Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

There is a window from one heart to another heart.

Then outwardly you are the small universe! Then inwardly you are the great universe.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

The heart is the secret inside the secret.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .