For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.