Learn to recognize the false dawn from the true; distinguish the color of the wine from the color of the cup. Then it may be that patience and time may produce, out of the spectrum-viewing sight, true vision, and you will behold colors other than these mortal hues, you will see pearls instead of stones. Pearls, did I say? Nay more, you will become a sea, you will become a sun traveling the sky.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

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

Now is the time to unite the Soul and the world.

As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.

Revile those who flatter you.