The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should.

At every moment, Love's voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance