When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

If I gaze at my beloved she may feel embarrassed and if I do not, she will feel neglected. I can see the stars reflecting in the calm water of her face but if I look away I lose my clarity.