Cool Night Touched My Heart Fresh

Ego is the home of the heart, Ego is the nest of the heart, Ego is the first lover of the heart, They are dependent on each other. Ego loves her as deep as the sea, Ego complains her as high as the mountain; Ego is the chain of the heart, Deeper is love, Tighter is constraint. The heart longs for freedom, The ego begs her for peace, They struggle each other, What left behind is a lifetime of scars. The ego closes a door, The heart opens another world up; The ego looks out the stars twinkling, The heart feels the liberty. I enjoy teatime and taste the Dhyana , The heart fingers a string of the chord; I meet the mountain who is my bosom friend, The heart meets the running water from the waterfall.