Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

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

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.