Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.

When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.

I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.

If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception.

We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror