There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving Silence