Submit to love without thinking

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.

Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.

Let yourself become living poetry.