those who Sense god
Cannot help but seek Him,
And those who seek
Cannot help but see Him,
And those who see
Cannot help but be Him,
And those that be
Cannot help but Love.

Till the mortal mind seems be Erased,
And every breath holds the taste
and every look and every embrace
is calling on thy brothers and sisters
for they sense in him what he hath Be;

And in turn they can't help but start to seek,
and they can't help
but begin to see,
and they can't help
but start to be
That which they had
sensed in thee.

For our heart is One
With(in) Heaven,
And we seek that which we are.
For the nature of dreaming is an illusion that must end;
we all must wake up
Again
And again.