The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!

I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.