Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.