Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;
Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind over the third stair,
Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair
Climbing the third stair.

Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
                             but speak the word only.

Ten thousand damp hairline cracks
Releasing the avatamsaka sutra
Flowing from height to depth
Merging in one cascading causation
Dainichi deusu deus dharmakaya
Descending in power and might

"Delicate line between heaven and earth...
          To end is to start
          To yield is to know."