Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.

Silence gives answers.

Sit, be still, and listen.

Patience is the key to joy.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

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

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wild flowers will come up where you are.

The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.

I should be suspicious of what I want.

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear. 

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.

When will you begin that long journey into yourself?