One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

You have no need to travel anywhere – journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

The quiter you become, the more able you are to hear.