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.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

I have put duality away. I have seen the two worlds are one.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

The world is nothing but a moment.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.