When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.

Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.

O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.