My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.
True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.