You gave me bad news as I walked out the door
Guess the winds of karma are catching up
Still I search for the boundless space treasury
With hooks of compassion in my heart
Your spiritual residue does nothing but sting
Your god is godless in the big empty
Near attainment with half-closed eyes
I look up and see the symbols in the sky
The red and white beads are making their journey
Praying for confusion soothed and fear pacified
The hollow illusion and the 8-spoked wheel
Are frowned upon by the Lady of the Space Realm