Speak with the language of love.
Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?
There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.
Every step I take is a blessing.
The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.