Your Body Is Woven From The Light

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.

Don't Try To Steer The Boat. Don't Open Shop For Yourself. Listen. Keep Silent. You Are Not God's Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear, And If You Do Speak, Ask For Explanations.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.