There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?' The lover replied, 'It is I.' 'Go hence,' returned the voice; 'there is no room within for thee and me.' Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is thou.' 'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

All language is a longing for home.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.