Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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

I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.