Passion is present when a man can distinguish between the wine and the container. Two men see a loaf of bread. One hasn't eaten anything for ten days. The other has eaten five times a day, every day. He sees the shape of the loaf. The other man with his urgent need sees inside into the taste, and into the nourishment the bread could give. Be that hungry, to see within all beings the Friend.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

All language is a longing for home.