You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle

No Better Love Than Love With No Objective, No More Satisfying Work Than Work With No Purpose. If You Could Give Up Tricks And Cleverness, That Would Be The Cleverest Trick!

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.

Humble Living Does Not Diminish. It Fills. Going Back To A Simpler Self Gives Wisdom.

If You #‎ Love Love, Look For Yourself.

Forget Every Touch Or Sound That Did Not Teach You How To Dance