Each one of you looks for peace,
yet each day, fills his bag of fears
even more than he had yesterday.
Remember, each fear is a brick
that builds a wall, blocking the cool breeze of peace.
These heaps of tragic fears
will only bury the "self" - your true nature,
whose existence is only love, whose weapon is only courage,
whose success lies in only giving itself,
and whose only fear lies in misrepresenting the Lord.
Each day has become a funeral,
in which you bury the self with more dirt,
the only difference being, that the self
is buried while it is still alive.
Death of the self will never come,
it is only the death of your experiencing the self.
