Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.
Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.
Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness