Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.

Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?