Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music

Whoever Travels Without A Guide, Needs Two Hundred Years For A Two-day Journey.

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.

Your Mind, This Globe Of Awareness, Is A Starry Universe. When You Push Off With Your Foot, A Thousand New Roads Become Clear.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

In The Silence Of Love You Will Find The Spark Of Life.