For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake?
When you really look for me you will see me instantly.
The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.
The stone neither speaks nor gives anything. Therefore its service is fruitless and its worship is of no avail.
The river that flows in you also flows in me.
As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.