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.

Seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!

I should be suspicious of what I want.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

Shine like the whole universe is yours.

Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin