“During the summer I meditated outside in nature. Listening to the wind with the ears are like listening to mere noise, but listening to the wind blowing through the trees from the inner silence and being one with the wind is like listening to the celestial music.”
“Listen,’ she whispered and pointed towards the window. ‘Whenever the wind blows from the east and the wind chimes dance in the moonlight, there is magic in the air.”
“After I speak, my words merge with the wind, and if you’re listening, your ears act like sails and carry the conversation.”
“Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind...”
“Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.”
“Awake and listen, you that are lonely! From the future come winds with stealthy wings, and to subtle ears good tidings are proclaimed.”