Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

Listen My Love, Illumination Is Eternal. Now Is Always Evolving. As There Are Billions Of Stars, There Are Billions Of Steps. As There Are Billions Of Souls, There Are Billions Of Ways To Grow.

Our Greatest Strength Lies In The Gentleness And Tenderness Of Our Heart.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.