Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.
Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset
A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.
The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.