Be A Helpful Friend, And

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

Come, Come, Whoever You Are. Wanderer, Worshiper, Lover Of Leaving. It Doesn't Matter. Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair. Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vows A Thousand Times. Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.