From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?
No one can tell if Iām laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.