To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
One day you will take me completely out of myself, I'll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn't been thought of.
When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.
Like a shadow, I am and I am not.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.