I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Be like a river in generosity and giving help. Be like a sun in tenderness and pity. Be like night when covering other's faults. Be like a dead when furious and angry. Be like earth in modesty and humbleness. Be like a sea in tolerance. Be as you are or as you look like.

Tend to your vital heart, and all that you worry about will be solved.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.

You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?