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.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

Whatever pearl you seek, look for the pearl within the pearl!

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

The rule that covers everything is: how you are with others, expect that back.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.