Better than chanting a thousand words in a dead language is one soothing word spoken in the vernacular.
From a withered tree, a flower blooms
Everything is extraordinarily clear. I see the whole landscape before me, I see my hands, my feet, my toes, and I smell the rich river mud. I feel a sense of tremendous strangeness and wonder at being alive. Wonder of wonders.
Suffering is temporary, enlightenment is forever.
Be the witness of your thoughts.
One is not low because of birth nor does birth make one holy. Deeds alone make one low, deeds alone make one holy.