The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together.

Shine like the whole universe is yours.