Turn to the right :
All you’ll find could be a light,
No more idle fights by harsh night.
Keep walking straight on :
The least you’ll feel should be devotion,
Much more true passion than insidious poison.
Then continue to the left :
The one you mystified might be forever deft,
Even more crystalline are your chants bereft of cleft.
Brother, always remember thus :
Whenever you pray, be gorgeous,
Wherever you stroll, be glorious.
Whatever the used path it’s obvious,
It will compellingly lead you to us.