The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet.

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?

Nature has a language of its own, or maybe those who have lived long in solitude read in it their own unconscious inner feelings and mysterious foreknowledge.

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

Guard against idols -- yes, guard against all idols, of which surely the greatest is oneself.

The wise expect nothing, hope for nothing, thus avoiding all disappointment and anxiety.

All things are aggregations of atoms that dance & by their movement produce sound. When the rhythm of the dance changes, the sound it produces also changes... Each atom perpetually sings its song, and the sound at every moment creates dense subtle forms.