In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.
When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.
The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
When the child is ill, the mother will know how to pray.
The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.