In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

If you love someone, you are always joined with them--in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?