Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O

I Am Neither Male Nor Female, Nor Am I Sexless. I Am The Peaceful One, Whose Form Is Self-effulgent, Powerful Radiance.

Whatever Kind Of Seed Is Sown In A Field, Prepared In Due Season, A Plant Of That Same Kind, Marked With The Peculiar Qualities Of The Seed, Springs Up In It.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

Truth Is The Highest Virtue, But Higher Still Is Truthful Living.

Through Shallow Intellect, The Mind Becomes Shallow, And One Eats The Fly, Along With The Sweets.