Love Cannot Be Learned Or Taught. Love

Do Not Grieve Over Any Joy That Has Gone Forever, For It Will Return To You In Another Form, Know That For Sure.

Anyone Who Knows Me, Should Learn To Know Me Again; For I Am Like The Moon, You Will See Me With New Face Everyday.

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.