Come on dear, with
Cooked barleycorns,
Burned by the sun.
Come on and see
It can no longer
Grow into new sprouts.
Come on dear,
To the truth
For all good.
Only love is here,
And nothing else.
Love and truth
make you whole, dear,
Come on, time is right here.
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Barleycorns here represent the material life, let us burn this life with true love and the truth to touch eternity.