These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.