We are all bathed in the same light.
The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.
Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
Finding faults is for those with tired minds.
Don't seek the water; get thirst.