Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.
Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if audiences like it or not. It's a bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul... The only real customer is God. Chew quietly your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay playfully childish.
I looked for God. I went to a temple and I didn't find him there. Then I went to a church and I didn't find him there. The I went to a mosque and I didn't find him there. Then finally I looked in my heart and there he was.