Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation. I have gone far, far away, O children of my mother; the hills beyond the mists are now hidden from my view, the last traces of the valleys have been flooded by the ocean of serenity, and the paths and trails have been erased by the hand of oblivion. The roar of ocean waves has faded. I no longer hear anything but the anthem of eternity, which harmonizes with the spirit.

The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.