There Is A Field Beyond All Notions

Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our Souls.

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

...one Cannot Lodge In If.