“Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.”

“Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.”

“The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now.What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses.A left hand has become a right.A dark wall, a window.A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others.What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.”

“Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.”

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“Lovers move like lightning and wind.No contest.Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and belovedpull themselves into each other.”

“WHEN YOU ARE FREED FROM THIS BODYYOU WILL ENTER INTO A NEW WORLDWITHOUT ANY EFFORT.”