Live joyfully, without desire.

You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

In the light of his vision that is the perspective that allows him to be grateful that things are not worse he has found his freedom and joy: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.

Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.

Few cross over the river. Most are stranded on this side. On the riverbank they run up and down. But the wise man, following the way, Crosses over, beyond the reach of death. He leaves the dark way For the way of light.

Don't pray for lighter burdens, but for stronger backs.

Give the people - confidence. Give the people - delight. Give the people - hope. Give the people - the best.