From Understanding Comes Love.

There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

Be Silent. That Heart Speaks Without Tongue Or Lips.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.