Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.
From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.
As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.
Idle man, chases after fairy tales.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.