There Is A King Who Is Aware

Every Moment, The Sunlight Is Totally Empty And Totally Full.

Oh You, Straying Heart, Just Come! Oh You, Aching Liver, Just Come! If The Path To The Gate Is Closed, Take The Way By The Wall, But Come!

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

You Are The Truth From Foot To Brow. Now, What Else Would You Like To Know?

Achieve Some Perfection [excellence] Yourself, So That You May Not Fall Into Sorrow By Seeing The Perfection In Others.