Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.
Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
Everything that you want, you are already that.