The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?