Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Lovely days don’t come to you, you should walk to them.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

In Silence there is eloquence.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.