This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

Stop searching here and there, the jewels are inside YOU.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

I lost everything i have, found myself.