Go not to the forest,
The danger is there,
The forest is your desire.
Read the caution notice,
And proceed ahead, my dear.
Fear not the winter
Or the summer,
They are not there
To harm you.
But you are there
With them
To cut down the trees
And the weed of desire,
They are there
With you
To cut out
The love of the self.
Obstacles of your
Own existence is you,
Remember my dear.
But fear not and
Proceed ahead with
The flood of time
That is in you,
That is in me.
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