Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul. If you wish for tears, have mercy on one who sheds tears; if you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.

Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?