Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

For me to praise is interrupting praise.

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don't seek the river. Don't turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?