Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!