Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.
We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.
Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.