Hods a great lamp

Shining darkness

And it had beauty

And that is something

For it open doors

In it sharp coils

This spin back and forth

With the nurse of spin

No no

You can not win

You can only break the chain

Into red ribbons

Facts are found

Like supporting rocks

And the rest burns

Carried far in the wind

To a land of peace

Where new things begin

And it is love

That does it

Good

All was well

Even beautiful

It is understood

The coil is no underground

In the soil

And a lotus seed

Grows.