Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.

Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.