What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.

The middle path is the way to wisdom

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.