I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

Be drunk with Love, for Love is all that exists. Where is intimacy found if not in the give and take of Love.

The world is nothing but a moment.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

My words are like a ship, and the sea is their meaning. Come to me and I will take you to the depths of spirit.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.