With Your Hands Carve Out Your Own

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.

My Mind And Body, My Mind And Body I Cut My Body Into Pieces, And I Dedicate These To Him.

The Ignorant Soul Bride Wanders In Delusion, In The Love Of Duality, She Sits Like A Widow. She Sits Like A Widow, In The Love Of Duality, Infatuated With Maya, She Suffers In Pain. She Grows Old, And Her Body Withers Away.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

Neither Ancients Nor Moderns Who Were Good Men Have Done Such ,a Deed That, After Promising ,a Daughter To One Man, They Have Her To Another, Nor, Indeed, Have We Heard, Even In Former Creations, Of Such ,a Thing As The Covert Sale Of A Daughter For A Fixed Price, Called A Nuptial Fee.