In passion we lose the sense of right and wrong. In compassion we transcend the notions of right and wrong. Love is a flight from passion to compassion. A caged bird falls into the fire of passion only to burn the cage. Then it flies freely in the skies of compassion.

An embroidery machine has to do chaotic motions to create beautiful patterns. Chaos in life means that creation of something beautiful is in progress.

Experiencing a particular thing strongly is passion. Experiencing everything deeply is compassion. The short-lived flame of passion must be used to discover the eternal Sun of compassion. Otherwise you will feel cheated every time a passion dies.

You are a golden bird inside a wooden cage. Red roses will only fill your cage with fragrance for a while. Red hot embers will burn your cage and set you free forever.

She is blue fire. Wounded men get attracted to her thinking that she is blue ice, perfect to apply on their wounds. When she accepts them after all the pleading, they run away realizing that she is fire.