Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Very high, very grand, and very wise is the ocean of God, the Water of Life. You went after the form and were lead astray. How can you see it? You abandoned the truth. Sometimes it is named "tree," sometimes "sun," sometimes "ocean," sometimes "cloud," one thing from which scores of discoveries arise, its slightest definition an everlasting life.

Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.