I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
No better love than love with no objective, no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. If you could give up tricks and cleverness, that would be the cleverest trick!
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.