Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls
Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is.
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.