Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.

The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning.

Only those beneath me can envy or hate me. I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one. Only those above me can praise or belittle me. I have never been praised nor belittled; I am below no one.

Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.

Qualities of Good Citizens... is to admire what others have created in love and faith

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.