Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.
Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.
Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.