The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.
Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.