#instrument

The mind is an instrument, not the master of our being.

The flute is hollow within; that is why the Master can play the sweetest melodies through it.

The true temple is built without bricks or mortar; its pillars are truth, its roof is love, its altar is peace.

He who has found the inner treasure walks as a sovereign king through the poorest alleyways.

The moon shines in full glory without competing with the stars; abide in your own authentic light.

The honeycomb is filled with sweetness drop by drop; build your character through small, daily acts of virtue.

The body is an instrument for fulfilling destiny; do not make it an idol for perpetual anxiety.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through—listen to this music!

The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.