There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.

If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?

Load the ship and set out. No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, 'I'll do nothing until I can be sure.' Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose. Don't be one of those merchants who wont risk the ocean.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now.What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses.A left hand has become a right.A dark wall, a window.A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others.What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.