The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.

Open your hands if you want to be held.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

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?

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.

Now is the time to unite the Soul and the world.