Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?
Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.