The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars. You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest. I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond, I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me, leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

If something makes you happy in this world, you should think of what will happen to you if that thing were taken away.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.