Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?
Listen to the reed, how it tells a tale, complaining of separations — saying, "Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and woman to moan. I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold to such a one the pain of love-desire."
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
If you know the Way broadly you will see it in everything. Men must polish their particular Way.
The green mountains are always walking. If you doubt mountains' walking, you do not know your own walking.
I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.