Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Open your hands if you want to be held.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.