We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
Let your Teacher be Love itself.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.
Because of your love I have broken with my past