Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.