When someone whose body does not vibrate with love speaks of love, it is just a four-letter word that quenches your thirst for beauty no more than an empty paper cup.
But when someone whose every atom resonates with love speaks that word, the galaxies melt into ghee pouring onto your forehead, dissolving your mind into the heart.
This is how our most silent vibrations communicate much more than our words.
We should not be surprised that one who truly loves can speak of nothing else, the way a rose can do nothing but open and share its fragrance.
We expect nothing else from a rose but opening, fragrance, and roseness. Yet a rose's openness contains the sky and all the stars, very lightly.