Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

Students of cunning have consumed their hearts and learned only tricks; they've thrown away real riches: patience, self-sacrifice, generosity. Rich thought opens the way.

We all face death in the end. But on the way, be careful never to hurt a human heart!

Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.

Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.