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

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

Love is simply creation's greatest joy.

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.