Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
What is the Heart? A flower opening.
Silence gives answers.