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.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.