I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

In a world of smoke and ashes, you are milk and honey.

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?

People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.