I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
Be an empty page, untouched by words.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
I looked for God. I went to a temple and I didn't find him there. Then I went to a church and I didn't find him there. The I went to a mosque and I didn't find him there. Then finally I looked in my heart and there he was.