Bodhi departs the Cave of Forms and finds a number of swans sitting together studying plants and animals elsewhere in the Grove of the Greeks. A swan looks up and says:

welcome, my name is aris
and i walk a tempered way
not lost in distant forms
nor swept by night and day

do not chase distant forms
nor lost in endless change
i look to what appears
within the common range

we learn through what we see
through touch and patient measure
the world speaks in its shape
not only its hidden treasure

no truth floats above
nor vanishes in flame
it lives in things themselves
in function form and name

reason must meet the ground
in habit choice and deed
for what we come to know
is what we learn to be