A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.
Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious