Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.