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

Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.

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

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Return from existence to nonexistence. You are seeking the Lord and you belong to him. Nonexistence is a place of income; flee it not. This existence of more and less is a place of expenditure.