Among many friends
Envy will appear,
In the circle of enemies
Someone will sympathize.
In tension
The fragrance of relaxation,
A lack of feelings
Will rebuke
For soullessness.

What has come — I hold.
What is absent — I rejoice.
What goes — I let go,
What pulls — I dream.

I merge with life,
From the SEED, forever.
I will give myself,
Having first taken.