The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.