Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.

Be relentless in your looking, because you are the one you seek.