Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
Whoever's calm and sensible is insane!
Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.