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.

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.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat!

Although you appear in earthly form Your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light.

You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.