“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”
“If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song”
“He who fills His pockets with the Rocks of Misdeeds shall surely sink in the River of Good Fortune.”
“The time of the autumn floods came and the hundred streams poured into the Yellow River. … Then the Lord of the River was beside himself with Joy, believing that all the beauty in the world belonged to him alone.”
“The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.”
“What is it that brings me here to stand like a rock in this river of sound?”