Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

Although the road is never ending take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance... On this path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.

If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.