Oh how the joy of carefree love,
Is light upon my silky brow,
A Rose of Venus in my palm,
To all the Earth I disavow.
Oh Sacred Union in my hand,
Bestow on me a young man's heart,
Instinct and senses guide me not,
From my ego I must depart.
Beast of burden fore shadow not,
The Edge of this material realm,
Blindly I venture with four winds,
The light of Logos at my helm.
The working tools of life within,
A purse atop my phallic rod,
I stand as all humanity,
As I bow to a nameless God.
Oh how the cold and distant snow,
Of ignorance does many rule,
But in the glory of the Sun,
In eternal truth stands the Fool.
A Fool, to many thoughts is lost,
like distant cobwebs from a dream,
Revelations scattered beyond,
Like grains of sand beneath a stream.