There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.

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.