The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.