O Seeker, Pain And Suffering Make One

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

Why Are You So Enchanted By This World, When A Mine Of Gold Lies Within You?