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

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

They say 'He cannot be found'. Something that cannot be 'found' is what I desire.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.