Every bird will follow it's specie.

Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

Swim out of your little pond.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!