You’re a song, a wished-for song.

The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

Let Go of Your Worries Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not.

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.