Kill the cow of your ego as quickly as you can, so that your inner spirit can come to life and attain true awareness.

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.

In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

Achieve some perfection [excellence] yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.

Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.