All Religions. All This Singing. One Song.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

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.

A New Moon Teaches Gradualness And Deliberation And How One Gives Birth To Oneself Slowly. Patience With Small Details Makes Perfect A Large Work, Like The Universe. What Nine Months Of Attention Does For An Embryo Forty Early Mornings Will Do For Your Gradually Growing Wholeness

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.