How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

There is some kiss we want with your whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling.

Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?