Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.
If all you can do it crawl, start crawling.