“With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?”

“What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self? What can this symbiosis between two souls can be? What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings? What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love? But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls? Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain? Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?”

“\ Who can know the absolute truth of illusion or emptiness? That is why we feel the fulfilled sense of this world.”

“What grain of dust can be easier carried by your life’s emptiness wind than the knowledge?”

“Emptiness is the worlds greatest discovery”

“Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.”

“Why is man the being who won in the world of emptiness, dethroning all animal species? For he is closest to the perfection of emptiness.”