The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

If I gaze at my beloved she may feel embarrassed and if I do not, she will feel neglected. I can see the stars reflecting in the calm water of her face but if I look away I lose my clarity.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, But don't move the way fear makes you move.

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

On this path let the heart be your guide.