The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

Join the community of saints and know the delight of your own Soul. Enter the ruins of your Heart and Learn the Meaning of Humility.

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

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Let Go of Your Worries Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not.