Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Let the beauty of what you love to be what you do.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become the greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.