I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?

I Long To Escape The Prison Of My Ego And Lose Myself In You.