The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

Only From The Heart Can You Touch The Sky.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.