Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

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

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Love is the water of life, jump into this water.

The universe and the light of the stars come through me.

You have forgotten the One who doesn’t care about ownership, who doesn’t try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Life is balance of holding on and letting go.

I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.

We are all the same… all the same… longing to find our way back… back to the One… back to the only One!

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, “Be more silent.” As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.

If reason dominates in man, he rises higher than angels. If lust overpowers man, he descends lower than the beast.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it. For the water has never feared the fire.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

I have found the heart and will never leave this house of light.

Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything.