I.58. bago na ja re na ja DO NOT GO TO the garden of flowers! O Friend! go not there; In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.
MY BONDS ARE cut, my debts are paid, my door has been opened, I go everywhere. They crouch in their corner and weave their web of pale hours, they count their coins sitting in the dust and call me back. But my sword is forged, my armour is put on, my horse is eager to run. I shall win my kingdom.