The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute,

Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

Light The Incense! You Have To Burn To Be Fragrant.

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

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.