Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.
In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.