I Am Neither Of The East Nor

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

You Are The Root Of Heaven, The Morning Star, The Bright Moon, The House Of Endless Love

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them