When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.

Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

Be an empty page, untouched by words.

Don't stray from your Heart's intent.