There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.