Although most people spend their entire lives following this biological impulse (i.e. the sex drive), it is only a tiny portion of our beings. . . . If we remain obsessed with seeds and eggs, we are married to the fertile reproductive valley of the Mysterious Mother but not to her immeasurable heart and all-knowing mind.

A tree that is unbending, is easily broken.

A man is born gentle and weak. At death, he is hard and stiff. Green plants are tender and filled with sap. At death, they are withered and dry. Therefore, the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death, and the gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

Always without desire we must be found, If its deep mystery we would sound; But if desire always within us be, Its outer fringe is all that we shall see.

A tree that cannot bend will crack in the wind. Thus by nature's own decree, the soft and gentle are triumphant.

Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill. Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.

You will understand a great truth when you get to realize that what you do to others, you are doing to yourself.