They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

Soul Receives From Soul That Knowledge, Therefore Not By Book Nor From Tongue. If Knowledge Of Mysteries Come After Emptiness Of Mind, That Is Illumination Of Heart.

Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled Down Firmly On My Head.

When I Say The Word You, I Mean A Hundred Universes.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.