Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty,a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin... Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.

Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.