When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.