When you do things from your soul You feel a river moving in you, a joy When actions come from another section The feeling disappears Don't let others lead you They may be blind or worse vultures Reach for the rope of God And what is that? Putting aside self-will Because of willfulness people sit in jail The trapped bird's wings are tied Fish sizzle in the skillet The anger of police is willfulness You've seen a magistrate inflict visible punishment Now see the invisible If you could leave your selfishness You would see how you've been torturing your soul We are born and live inside black water in a well How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don't insist on going Where you think you want to go Ask the way to the spring Your living pieces will form a harmony There is a moving palace that floats in the air with balconies And clear water flowing through Infinity everywhere Yet contained under a single tent tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu