Nightingales Are Put In Cages

As You Start To Walk On The Way, The Way Appears.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.

Looking Up Gives Light, Although At First It Makes You Dizzy.