We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!

When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home

If you wish to be a mine of jewels, open the deep ocean within your heart.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

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

The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.