If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

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.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

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

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

Your body is woven from the Light of Heaven.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.