The sun rises and the sun goes down and hastens back to the

place Where it rose that from thence it may rise again

Finding all things wearisome unsatisfied my eyes not satisfied

with Seeing, my ears unsatisfied with hearing

Wondering of that which is now that which has been and that which is to be

For my time on earth I pay dearly for the past

Confusion embraces my heart for to know self is to forgive self my Sojourn of truth



Free my heart so my soul may fly

Free my mind of my worldly wants and desires

I look towards heaven with my arms open wide

Take my hand come and take my hand



Sadness fills my heart

Too weak to get by, slave to disConténtment self-pity

I come forth from my mother's womb naked shall I return to the

earth to go as I came

Taking nothing of this supposed worldly gain