Reality is blocked by form and image.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.

Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.

Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .

The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings.... Leave and don't look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you're sometimes crescent, sometimes full.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.