The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
He who tastes not, knows not.
He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.