Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

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

If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.