The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

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

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!