Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.