You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.