Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

Whoever acts with respect will get respect.

The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!