Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the Mother
We are Her children.
She shines inside us, visible-invisible, as we trust
Or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.

The bud
Stands for all things,
Even for those things that don’t flower,
For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing,
Though sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness,
To put a hand on the brow of the flower,
And retell it in words and in touch,
It is lovely
Until it flowers again, from within, of self-blessing. 

- Galway Kinnel

Today was a brimming cup
Today was an immense wave
Today was all the earth.
Today lifted us in a kiss so high
that trembling and tied in a lightning flash
We went down without untwining.
Today a door opened and someone still faceless
Was waiting for us there.

- Pablo Neruda

Come, come whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair;
Ours is a caravan of joy.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times
Come, come, yet again, come. 

- Rumi

Wayfarer,
Your body is my prayer carpet,
For I can see in your eyes
That you are exquisitely woven
With the finest silk and wool.  

- Hafiz

The darkness of night is coming along fast, and
The shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.
Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!
Kabir says Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
The Guest I love is inside me! 

- Kabir