The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, But love unexplained is clearer.

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.