If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

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.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.