Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
Look for the answer inside your question.
The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of infinite beauty are reflected.
I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved