I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.
Awaken, for life is only a fleeting moment, between coming and going.
On some good days, life teaches you what to do, and on better days, it teaches you what not to do.
Be where you are, and you will find the way. You lose your way when you lose your head.
Do not burn with passion, for everything that burns, turns to ashes.
Some silences are a poetic pause, and others denote that the music has ended.
If people were seasons, she'd be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.
Some feelings are too heavy for words, they can only be carried in silence.
Life changes as you do,
Time is relative. It is both arriving and passing away.
We often shared words, but more precious were the moments we shared in silence.
Silence hung in the mountains— A waft carried chants from a monastery, a flock of birds joined.
We worship the form, and seek the formless. The Nameless is sought by reciting names. With closed hands, closed minds, we seek Him.
We seek peace in wars, build barriers to feel free. Our doing is our undoing.
They look for Him in temples, rituals or forests, who cannot find Him in their hearts.
Sieve through the noise, break your habits, abandon your identity and find yourself.