The wealth within you, your essence, is your kingdom.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

No One in the Entire World is as Precious as You are.