Journey from the self to the Self and find the mine of gold. Leave behind what is sour and bitter and move toward the sweet.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.

There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within you And this whole world is springing up from it.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart