Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die. We have the spark that starts the fire.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.

...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

When you are with everyone but me, you're with no one. When you are with no one but me, you're with everyone. Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When you become that many, you're nothing. Empty.

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.