You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery
Life is balance of holding on and letting go.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
What you're seeking is seeking you.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute