Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.
Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'