No more words. Hear only the voice within.
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.