Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in the sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep on. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep on

Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.

In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion.

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.