Stay not behind the mask, tease not the presence by standing in affairs, desolate the ice rink of fantasies, O’ scented rose garden of tender splendors, let love remain pure from the seduction of conscience, in the silence of the late-night, O’ calm tickle on the face, rise above by the chant of thy holy name, O’ unspoken prayer of the gentle breeze, rejoice in the assembly of thy grace, unfolding softly the wings of silken mystery, O’ immortal phoenix flying in the secret realm of ecstasy, crossover the cloaking valley of mist into the placeless music of the sphere, O’ blossom flower whose petals lit by the luminous strokes of bliss, permeate the fragrance of thy benediction…….Awareness.