Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.

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.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.