You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?

When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

Be drunk with LOVE, for Love is all that exists.