There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.