All Is Known In The Sacredness Of

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

The Heart Is The Secret Inside The Secret.

If You Knew Yourself For Even One Moment, If You Could Just Glimpse Your Most Beautiful Face, Maybe You Wouldn’t Slumber So Deeply In That House Of Clay. Why Not Move Into Your House Of Joy And Shine Into Every Crevice! For You Are The Secret Treasure-bearer, And Always Have Been. Didn’t You Know?

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.