go 'way from my window

Hope is with you when you believe

The earth is not a dream but living flesh,

That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,

That all things you have ever seen here

Are like a garden looked at from a gate.

You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there.

Could we but look more clearly and wisely

We might discover somewhere in the garden

A strange new flower and an unnamed star.

Some people say that we should not trust our eyes,

That there is nothing, just a seeming,

These are the ones who have no hope.

They think the moment we turn away,

The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,

name or self?

Which is dearer,

self or wealth?

Which gives more pain,

loss or gain?

All you grasp will be thrown away.

All you hoard will be utterly lost.

Contentment keeps disgrace away.

Restraint keeps you out of danger

so you can go on for a long, long time.”

the less good are the makings of the good.

Anyone who doesn’t respect a teacher

or cherish a student

may be clever, but has gone astray.

There’s a deep mystery here.