Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

Tend to your vital heart, and all that you worry about will be solved.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.

You transform all those who are touched by You.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.