Blind eyes see no distance,
Blessed is the lion hearted;
Conquering all the forest.
MASSES!
Facing wilderness of thought
Bearing burdens clinging vines,
Tangled around the feet so binding.
Cutting sword in hand a favor,
Putting earthy cares asunder;
Makes a Pathway straight and narrow.
Waking birds along the Way,
All begin to sing their songs.
Even crickets on the ground,
Binding mankind in one blessed
Peaceful sound.