Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.