Suffering is but love put so beautiful
From the vibrant shades of the astral plane
I open up to my window
To see my shadow so dark and gloomy
As I sing my celestial song
I reflect upon a point
Where I can't quite grasp the melody
Out of touch and not in harmony with Yours Truly
If a tear could mirror my struggles
Put out before my vision
And I can conceptualize
A better time to come in this very moment
Then I must not deny myself
The reality of One
Which habitualizes itself in this continuum
A string of everlastness which forms a net
And all that interconnects
From a source that's omnipotent in Its glory
O Mother,
As my Father works in mysterious ways
And the Law 'IS' which shall not move place
I extend from Your Womb
And excite in Your Grace
As You delight,
In the Eye of my play