It takes back one to the start
Past lives remain a mystery
The soul is the third eye
A small speck of dust light
It's original state is peaceful
Without knowing oneself, one is far off from the greater meaning of life
No belief, or heart can create a flame
without energy being obtained from his grace
The sea is a vast space of light
It just is, unbounded by the cycles of life
The soul receives its fuel from such sources of nature
for like a car, the body is material yet needs to be recharged
