Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.
When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.
Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?