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.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.
God (in His mercy) accepts false coin.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.