Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.

If you knew the secret of life, you too would choose no other companion but love.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

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?

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance