A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Try something different. Surrender.

Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.

The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.