Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

There Is An Original Inside Me.

The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And Smoke Won't Find The Secret.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .

Put Your Thoughts To Sleep, Do Not Let Them Cast A Shadow Over The Moon Of Your Heart. Let Go Of Thinking.