There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

Let Go Of Your Mind And Then Be Mindful. Close Your Ears And Listen!