I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
Come, even if you have broken your vow one thousand times, come, yet again, come, come.
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.