I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
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.
Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.
Look for the answer inside your question.
Don’t allow your animal nature to rule your reason.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
Dance until you shatter yourself.
Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God.
The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.
I’m dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.
Listen my love, illumination is eternal. Now is always evolving. As there are billions of stars, there are billions of steps. As there are billions of souls, there are billions of ways to grow.
Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.
They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?
Do you think I know what I’m doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it’s writing, or the ball can guess where it’s going next.