If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

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

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

I lost everything i have, found myself.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.