O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul.

If you knew the secret of life, you too would choose no other companion but love.

God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !