“Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.”

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!

Let silence take you to the core of life.

I see my beauty in you.

When you feel a peaceful joy, that’s when you are near truth.

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it’s always in motion.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.