Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.

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

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.