Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.

This dance is the joy of existence.

Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.

There cannot be self-restraint in the absence of desire: when there is no adversary, what avails thy courage? Hark, do not castrate thyself, do not become a monk: chastity depends on the existence of lust.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.