The Heart of the matter is Soul, nothing else.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.

Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.

In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.