My Soul

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

The soul at dawn is like darkened water that slowly begins to say, "Thank you, Thank you."

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.

My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me. Even if I walk with light, I am not the light; and if I am a taut-stringed lute, I am not the lute-player.