Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.
I sell mirrors in the city of the blind.
As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.
Listen to your own Self. If you listen to that Self within, then you find the Truth.
Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?