Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.