We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.