The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

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.

The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.