Keep Your Intelligence White Hot And Your

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

Lovers Don't Meet In The End, They Are In Each Other Forever.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.