The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.

A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.

Load the ship and set out. No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, 'I'll do nothing until I can be sure.' Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose. Don't be one of those merchants who wont risk the ocean.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self