Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
Try to be a river—not afraid of the obstacles, always moving forward.
The garden of the soul blooms when tended with love.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one reflected in the puddle.
Don’t plant anything but love; it’s the only seed that grows.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you—don’t go back to sleep.
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
In every leaf, there is a lesson of letting go.
Be like the night, quiet and still, letting everything rest.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst into light.
The earth turns to gold in the hands of the wise.
The sky is the same wherever you go—find peace beneath it.
The soul is like a garden—water it well, and it will flourish.
When the soul lies in the grass, all thoughts fade away.
Even the smallest flower can teach the heart about beauty.
As one, one, always one.