Outside me was a howling light
tracing a path...

Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey...

Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen
why can't we measure ourselves...

A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time...

Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer...

My garden cries for no reason.
Kindness melts into a rain...

Over the lake
moon was hounded out...

How to begin
the journey of truth...

Life invades the truth.
Who cares...

Where death
and exotica meet...

This night of the long vigil
has betrayed my soul...

Whole world hides
in your liquid eyes...