The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking.

Do not look at my outward shape, But take what is in my hand.

I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A house of love with no limits, a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon, a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

Love is the religion, and the universe is the book.

If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

Questioning cannot unravel the secret of truth nor giving away your wealth and position. Mere words do not exalt the heart pain is the price that the heart has to pay.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

We are the night ocean filled with glints of light. We are the space between the fish and the moon, while we sit here together.

Don't be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him.