Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

The love religion is all that is written here.