If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.

I can heal a broken heart with a smile.

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.

Shine like the whole universe is yours.

I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence

Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth.

There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.