Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.

Listen to presences inside poems.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

I found the Divine within my Heart.

You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

Let Go of Your Worries Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not.