"He wrote to her...
Much of what you believe to be True is Not... much of what brings you
pleasure in Truth is Not.... when tenderness and sweetness enter your
heart, sorrow and death sleep in your bed... as such is the world of
Samsara in which you are trapped. All fleeting loves are subservient to
that permanent Love of All. That which brings us joy is but a mask of
sorrow... which hides our shame from ourselves."
~ Roberto Flores