Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without scent, are wise words when spoken, but fruitless these words are when not carried out by the speaker.

You have no cause for anything but gratitude and joy.

The recollected go forth to lives of renunciation. They take no pleasure in a fixed abode. Like wild swans abandoning a pool, they leave one resting place after another.

One moment, ten thousand years. Ten thousand years, one moment.

Within this moment, the only moment that exists, the past, present and future are contained.

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

Through our senses the world appears. Through our reactions we create delusions.Without reactions the world becomes clear.