Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.

Whoever is sitting with friends is in the midst of a flower garden, though he may be in the fire. Whoever sits with an enemy is in the fire, even though he is in the midst of a garden.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.