“Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.”

“Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart.”

“We should make all spiritual talk Simple today:God is trying to sell you something,But you don’t want to buy.That is what your suffering is:Your fantastic haggling,Your manic screaming over the price!”

“Run my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.”

“I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your being.”

“Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out in the vast field of light And let it breathe.”

“TRIPPING OVER JOYWhat is the differenceBetween your experience of ExistenceAnd that of a saint?The saint knowsThat the spiritual pathIs a sublime chess game with GodAnd that the BelovedHas just made such a Fantastic MoveThat the saint is now continuallyTripping over JoyAnd bursting out in LaughterAnd saying, “I Surrender!”Whereas, my dear,I am afraid you still thinkYou have a thousand serious moves.”