There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.

I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.

Your thoughts are a veil on the face of the Moon. That Moon is your heart, and those thoughts cover your heart. So let them go, just let them fall into the water.

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.

Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God