“On a daywhen the wind is perfect,the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.Today is such aday.”

“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 lipswhere the wind-breath originated,and let your note be clear.Don't try to end it.Be your note.”

“You're water. We're the millstone.You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity.We're the language that tries to say it.You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.”

“The same wind that uproots treesmakes the grass shine.The lordly wind loves the weaknessand the lowness of grasses.Never brag of being strong.The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are.It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves.It leaves the leaves alone.”

“Love so needs to lovethat it will endure almost anything, even abuse,just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind,its song will never hurt you, for Ising those words.”

“If we come to sleepwe are His drowsy onesAnd if we come to wakewe are in His handsIf we come to weepingwe are His cloud full of raindropsAnd if we come to laughingwe are His lightning in that momentIf we come to anger and battleit is the reflection of His wrathAnd if we come to peace and pardonit is the reflection of His loveWho are we in this complicated world?”

“At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.”