The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Lo, I am with you always means when you look for God, God is in the look of your eyes, in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self, or things that have happened to you. There's no need to go outside.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute