“The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.”

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Welcome to winter, where dark nights last forever and sadness prevails.

She’s both the moon and the ocean, the universe in constant motion. Dark and bright, wild and whole.

You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

I shined like the moon and stars but it just would never be enough for all you could see was darkness.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.