Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance.

Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

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

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.