My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

All loves are a bridge to Divine love. Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know!

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within you And this whole world is springing up from it.

Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!