And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

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.

Don't you know yet? It is your Light that lights the worlds.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested ... That's where the Light enters you.

From myself I am copper, through you, friend, I am gold. From myself I’m a stone, but through you, I am a gem!

I see my beauty in you.