I Once Had A Thousand Desires. But

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.

If It Is Bread That You Seek, You Will Have Bread. If It Is The Soul You Seek, You Will Find The Soul. If You Understand This Secret, You Know You Are That Which You Seek.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

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.

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?