The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.
You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.