Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

We all face death in the end. But on the way, be careful never to hurt a human heart!

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.