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

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.