My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.

Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if audiences like it or not. It's a bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul... The only real customer is God. Chew quietly your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay playfully childish.

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.