Meditation is a flower, and compassion is its fragrance.

Creativity is the fragrance of individual freedom.

Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.

You are nothing but a flower opening, so that the whole is filled with fragrance through you. If you can drop yourself, those flowers can shower this very morning, this very moment.