When the matter of life is suffering and the animals have past. A path emerges going to the top of a hill with the bright sun shining behind it.
A smooth path leads to the top of the hill.
Behind me a path of cracked earth
leading down unto a dark valley of shadows cast by the leafless tree surrounding it.
The voice of wind urges me toward the top, while my shadow pulls me closer towards the valley.
As greed for money envelopes me, my spirit emerges to go on its own quest.
My soul is following the smooth path, while my body follows the cracked....
