Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

We are born of love. Love is our mother.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.

Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.