Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.

Love is a river. Drink from it.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?