Jesus was lost in his love for God.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.
A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?