Every bird will follow it's specie.

Even though you're not equipped, keep searching: equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

Behead yourself!... Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!