Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Peaceful is the one who's not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.