You had better run from me. My words are fire.

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.