Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

Speak with the language of love.

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Poems are rough notations for the music we are.

To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.