We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

If the spiritual universe and the way to it were shown, No one would remain in this world for a single moment.