The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into, you will fall into it yourself.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

When you seek Love with all your Heart, you shall find its echoes in the universe.

Every bird will follow it's specie.