A man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone- he sets fire to the whole world.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.