“It is time to start the journey, we have seen enough of this world, it is time to see another.
These two gardens may be beautiful, but let us pass beyond them and go to the gardener.
Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river towards the ocean.
Let us go from this valley of tears.
Let us bring the color of blossom to our pale faces.
Our hearts shiver like autumn leaves about to fall.
In this world of dust, there is no avoiding pain or feeling exiled.
Let us become like beautifully colored birds and fly to the sweet land of paradise.
Everything is painted with the brush of the invisible one, let us follow the hidden signs and find the painter.
It is best to travel with companions, on this perilous journey.
We are like rain splashing on a road, let us find our way down the spout.
We are like an arched bow with the arrow in place, let us become straight and release the arrow towards the target.
Let us begin the journey home.”