Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.