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.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

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.

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.