You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

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

Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.

Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested ... That's where the Light enters you.

Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul. If you wish for tears, have mercy on one who sheds tears; if you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.