When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.
There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
Let your Teacher be Love itself.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships.