Sometimes At Night I Light A Lamp

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

Suffering Is Above, Not Below. And Everyone Thinks That Suffering Is Below. And Everyone Wants To Rise.

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.