You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

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

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.