O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

When you are with everyone but me, you're with no one. When you are with no one but me, you're with everyone. Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When you become that many, you're nothing. Empty.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.

Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.