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

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty,a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin... Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.