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.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

Love's creed is separate from all religions.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.