Land of the rising sun

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.