Don't Insist On Going Where You Think

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

If You Want To Win Hearts, Sow The Seeds Of Love. If You Want Heaven, Stop Scattering Thorns On The Road.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.