There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

There is a city in which you find everything you desire-handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind-all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.