Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
Win over the ill-natured man by goodness…Make haste in doing good; check your mind from evil; for the mind of him who is slow in doing meritorious actions delights in evil.
To whom praise and blame are equal, who is silent, content with every fortune, home-renouncing, steadfast in mind, and worships Me, that person is dear to me.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
