Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.