Be silent. That heart speaks without tongue or lips.
How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?
Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!