I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.