Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance.
Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
All language is a longing for home.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.