He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

They say 'He cannot be found'. Something that cannot be 'found' is what I desire.

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'

Look carefully around you and recognize the luminosity of souls. Sit beside those who draw you to that.