Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.