Transformation

I'm a cry from the inner myths,

I'm a volcano of thoughts,

I make myself a dusty art,

Even here, I'm so far and apart.

Embracing a life of illusion,

I make inroads for cultivation,

Cultivation leading to pleasure,

And pleasure that I desire.

Pleasure, O pleasure, give me a break,

I found a light, which is a snake,

Snake, which makes me awake,

Of love and life that all pervade.

Conquered is my heart,

I believe I have a part,

In this sea of art,

Which is inside and smart.

A want to grow, and a want to embrace,

I witness you, so close, your grace

,Living, it has to be, so lovely, so pure,

A love of a Mother, that’s for sure.

Nothing is that, I want,

Nothing is there, I can’t and shan’t,

A stream of light and a snow of glow,

O God, now I know, it’s you, where I flow.

Who was I and where was I heading,

Fighting and crying, sleeping and wasting,

Here I am, and will be here for ever,

In the silence of your holy, divine endeavor.
In the silence of your holy, divine endeavor.