When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.

Journey from the self to the Self and find the mine of gold. Leave behind what is sour and bitter and move toward the sweet.

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.