Very high, very grand, and very wise is the ocean of God, the Water of Life. You went after the form and were lead astray. How can you see it? You abandoned the truth. Sometimes it is named "tree," sometimes "sun," sometimes "ocean," sometimes "cloud," one thing from which scores of discoveries arise, its slightest definition an everlasting life.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.

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.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

The kitchen of the body darkens the lives of lovers. Fasting came to enlighten them.

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted