Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.