The Gateless Gate A Book by Kōun Yamada en.wikipedia.org It doesn't look like anything to meBarriersOne striking soundA thousand different roads
My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego