When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.