The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Revile those who flatter you.

Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.

Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.

Love has come to rule and transform; Stay awake, my heart, stay awake.