False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.

Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

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

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.