
How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…

How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…

Look at the abyss. Hold my hand.
And just try not to cry.
To the universe whispering…
(There was no anticipation for your coming to this void cosmos…)
There is no effort needed to be alive…
(Can you know thyself?)
Make an effort…
(At the end, to die!)