A radius of hope lights the heart swiftly at dawn, visiting the humble sanctuary.

Humbly we walk through nature’s temple as it begins to heal so that we may live in peace.

Humility dwells in our souls. Our hearts linger there from time to time like the humble ones of old who dwelt in the mountains and emerged into the sun to warm themselves.

Stumbling along the upward path makes us humble.

Humility allows a curtain when others need it; sometimes a fog settles over a valley and keeps the sun out while the most tender shoots grow.

Humbling ourselves is a fearsome task, for our hearts are brave, but our minds are not ready. So it is best done one pebble at a time.

Humility is like a pearl at the bottom of the sea, where anything can happen while trying to retrieve it.