A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

...one cannot lodge in if.

There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.

In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.