Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

Each moment contains a hundred messages from God.

The middle path is the way to wisdom

There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together.

Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.