Emission

History of the light content.... for the highest light our highest good, love.

"Show me... show me some respect, sir..."
"But how?"
"Teach me... teach me to handle and hold..."

So we bring'em to this old attic, u'know. There's this pillow. Zazen one. Black.

Yellowish and green, light brownish light emitting from walls and window, ye. That's da.... hmmmm... place.

So they kind of gather there at night. At day also.

"Show me... show me some.."
"Well sir, if the flower of light nectar wasn't hard enough...."
"Here's this tree."
"But it's not the one."

The real one was where you sing for her. Alone.