Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.
This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.