What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.
Respond to every call that excites your spirit.
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.
Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.