From infinity word comes, immortal form, in which,
All that is true and good has been found their,
Radiant light came to touch all hearts,
To warm us with wise beauty rich.

Gestate bright stars - truth - bursting with might,
Which scatter sparks through dormant minds,
In which creation unfold apace,
Truth in which free mind take flight.

I speak of Buddha, eastern sage,
Neath idol skin, words speak beyond age,
Through whence the cosmic passion rage.

Happy were he, content that,
Minds worlds evolve in a state of flux,
Illusion of order retired to mind's attic box.