"Remember that our understanding of life progresses at the speed of a bullock cart. The impatient man runs, greedy for conquest. Our mind has wings and can soar over difficulties, but we have a fine pair of feet to keep in touch with Mother Earth. We have to plough through it and often stumble over roots and stones. Then comes the time for sowing. Our feet dance in joy and this spontaneous joy is the daughter of our soul. Remember that all the real things in life are in accord with a very slow rhythm like the changing of seasons and the coursing of stars. This work in depth is done in darkness, without sound.”
"And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up."
"Oh mind, be patient. Results take some time to show up. Even if
the gardener feeds a plant hundreds of buckets of water, the fruits will come only when the right season arrives."
"Just do exercise. Repeat, repeat. A drop, a drop."