My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

They Are The Chosen Ones Who Have Surrendered ... Once They Were Particles Of Light Now They Are The Radiant Sun!

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.