Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

The rule that covers everything is: how you are with others, expect that back.