It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.