I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

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

If you have no eyes, do not walk blindly; take a staff in your hand. If you have no staff of insight, do not walk without a guide.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.