Your thoughts are a veil on the face of the Moon. That Moon is your heart, and those thoughts cover your heart. So let them go, just let them fall into the water.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

There's a path from your HEART to mine.