The senses continually give what they receive / The world is modeled according to the way you think.
Kind act pleasing perfume / glass of water poured unmanned / pure liquid is like the soul / created by the thirst of another benefit.
The reality is embodied illusion / Birds sing because we believe in them / produce the melody between the two / eternity without them is not.
I speak from the darker / Site Lamp From the river / takes the magic of life is the encounter with the countless deaths.
Things are from the moment that we call our / discard them possess is / is in giving that you get.