Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

Dance until you shatter yourself.