Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have

If God Said, 'rumi Pay Homage To Everything That Has Helped You Enter My Arms,' There Would Not Be One Experience Of My Life, Not One Thought, Not One Feeling, Nor Any Act, I Would Not Bow To.

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.

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes. All Medicine Wants Is Pain To Cure.