O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.