The jester is no one’s fool. He dances with the trees, laughs with the clouds. When death comes, he opens his heart.
When the soul has been ignited, there is no way to stop the inner explosion.
Kneeling at the bottom of the sea, waves of light wash over me, what you catch is what you see
Keep moving, and whatever bundle you carry will never be too heavy.
In the universe of unity, the cool of summer meets the warmth of winter.
The miracle of birth: how a soul is able to connect to a human body, and divine energy journeys within the flesh.
Piercing the thicket of thoughts with stillness.
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