From the heart, hajj, ja the chinese character, melting India and China, the silk road, as my brother expressed. The link between food, to eat, from the heart, is called Hajj. Planted, as the brother says, to have a meal. Planting the microcosm, cultivation, to the word, vocabulary, to embody into reality. While the birds are chirping, for a new body, the ending and beginning of a new era. Lots of work ahead, but with pleasure that proceeds. While the crow sings, removing the damping from the body, are signs of cultivation, on the cellular level. The hermit speaks, the password changes, simplifying the moment, lock it as a meditation point, in time, immortal. A perfect point to reflect upon in the meditation. Bringing everything down, into the fire, while the keyboards are stroking. This is my poem, upon cultivation, as a student, of life. While the stove is burning, crowing is singing, magic begins.