In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

We are all bathed in the same light.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.