Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

You are not your body; you are the eye. When you see the spirit, you are free of the body. A human being is an eye – the rest is just flesh and bones. Whatever your eye sees, you are that.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.