There was an occasion in my life
In which I was immobilized
By such a heavy sense of doom
That even the bold procession of time
Was dropped down to its knees.

Oh, how it felt like such a wretched violation
To watch my mummy excavated
Like an unrequited love turned to dust,
Raised the dead from ancient slumber,
Tightly wound in woven threads,
Lying dormant in the stillness,
Wherein death had come to die.

Torn asunder, clapping thunder
Struck a flash of lightning
From my worn and weary soul.
Then, I was space blown open
Like a limitless circumference
Ever-widening, Mouth of God
Wailing waves of Holy Om.

Like my sudden screams of terror,
With a force of equal power,
Overwhelmed the walls of silence
I had placed around the past.

Upon my waking up and breaking through
to emerging echoes,
reverberating rings of harmonious tone,
Rising up from the depths of my terrestrial tomb,
A great transmutation did occur.

As the sound arose into the Light
A melodious blossom scented the air
This mystical marvel unfolding in flight
Flowering vapors, bursting with life.

Now, I am the Breath, unburdened
Released from a dull dis-union
Reclaimed by a Light, All-Knowing
I am a child with eyes, wide open.
I am a child with eyes, wide
I am a child with eyes
I am a child
I am
I