Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.

Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.