Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean.

If you put your soul against the oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside of your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives within us.

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.

Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.