Turning toward what you deeply love saves you
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.
What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.
Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.