The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Revile Those Who Flatter You.

What In Your Life Is Calling You, When All The Noise Is Silenced, The Meetings Adjourned... The Lists Laid Aside, And The Wild Iris Blooms By Itself In The Dark Forest... What Still Pulls On Your Soul?

Let Go Of Your Worries Let Go Of Your Worries And Be Completely Clear-hearted, Like The Face Of A Mirror That Contains No Images. If You Want A Clear Mirror, Behold Yourself And See The Shameless Truth, Which The Mirror Reflects. If Metal Can Be Polished To A Mirror-like Finish, What Polishing Might The Mirror Of The Heart Require? Between The Mirror And The Heart Is This Single Difference: The Heart Conceals Secrets, While The Mirror Does Not.

Let The Waters Settle And You Will See The Moon And The Stars Mirrored In Your Own Being.