If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.