Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
All language is a longing for home.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.
You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.