Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.
We must die to become true human beings.