Beauty surrounds us.
Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.