The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

Beauty surrounds us.

Patience is the key to joy.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.