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.

You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery

Because of your love I have broken with my past

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.

Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.