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.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.