Words of love
Perhaps a mystery
Even if open book
Only Nobles understand
When heart is misty with its sorrow
And its light dimmed with fog
In dreams will come clarity
As Gods descend in your heart
This life seems often unfair
This life seems often crass
This life seems often worthless
This life will come and pass
The thought of past, delirium
The thought of past, despair
Your heart is where divine is
Divine light guides your way
The evil is not in “something”
Something that drove you mad
The evil is but in you
Imprisoned in arrogance
To Zen is to be in peace
Know of evil “identity”
To let go of that “ego”
Surrender; serenity
