Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.

Those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

All we really want is love's confusing joy.

Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.