The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.