Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!
What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?
Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in Love.