I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.
Reality is blocked by form and image.
This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
If I gaze at my beloved she may feel embarrassed and if I do not, she will feel neglected. I can see the stars reflecting in the calm water of her face but if I look away I lose my clarity.