Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
There are no edges to my loving now.
We must die to become true human beings.