The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in Love.
Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.
Come to the Root of the Root of your Self
God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.