You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.