Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
Don't you know yet? It is your Light that lights the worlds.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.