There is an original inside me.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.
There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter.
The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.
Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.