Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.