Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

Come, even if you have broken your vow one thousand times, come, yet again, come, come.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

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.

You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.