There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.
Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.
Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.
If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.
Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.