Today, Let Us Swim Wildly, Joyously In

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!

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

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