Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.

Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is.