Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?