This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.
Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.
Although the road is never ending take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance... On this path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.