Himaarul Beru

Can you hear the sound of the calling?
To cross all moral boundaries,
Can you feel the vibe of the calling?
It can be no other but the donkey drums.

Let there be nothing holding you back
When you enter the rhythm,
The blood may start to boil, do not stop
Because it can be no other but the donkey drums

Hail the donkey drums.

The frame of mind

High atop the mountain, on the other side of the Never-reach.
To climb to the zenith, one must fall,
And lose everything but yet climb up to his feet.
Then, and only then shall he stand tall, and will see.

To be on the top of world, was a delusion created by ego.
Let go, fall from the zenith.
Don't claw onto the little comforts of your world,
Break into pieces and maybe then you can become whole.