PREFACE

we see but do not see we be not free the ox rides us but we not he these words be footprints to search out he the nightingale sings we sense he by the horns we grab Ahh we have he with sigh andst groan we whip he till tamed we mount he astride the ox we be serene blissful full of repose we ride he the river flow tranquilly the flowers bloom red we mingle in the world in control of he whilest without dust inside my gate with he my garden invisible to the worlds we Ahh with my Sakis wine turn I home passing all the world is alight with insight riding the ox me