The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.

Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

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

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.