Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.