The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.

Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.