Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.

In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty