The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

Learn to recognize the false dawn from the true; distinguish the color of the wine from the color of the cup. Then it may be that patience and time may produce, out of the spectrum-viewing sight, true vision, and you will behold colors other than these mortal hues, you will see pearls instead of stones. Pearls, did I say? Nay more, you will become a sea, you will become a sun traveling the sky.

Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.

Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.