The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

Give your weakness to one who helps.

Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.