When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.

I belong to the beloved. Have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know. ...First, Last, Outer, Inner, only that breath breathing. HUMAN BEING.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.

For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.

Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.