Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

Don't stray from your Heart's intent.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.