Wish upon a star
Wish upon a soul
Earth the same as gold
Salvation is the goal
Just between the eyebrows
Focus vision on the nose’s tip
Still, controlling your mind is like
Controlling the wind
So with the arrow of time
You enter the cosmic womb
You ride upon the mystical machine
Until you enter the tomb
Coming forth into being
Going forth into absorption
Find the yoke of union
Connect, harness, and in your soul, report it