And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don't seek the river. Don't turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
Whatever you know, or donโt - only Love is real.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.