Land of the rising sun

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.