Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.