I'm coming to meet you, travelling swiftly,
drunk on this: my escape from the city.

Escape from want and relief from this bleeding,
from gravity's hold, my soul receding.

I come with the message of all life restored,
upon the cycle of Tibetan chord,

I come with the song you thought I'd never sing,
of kingdom's passing, celestial ring.

Too long a cynic and too short a season,
I have learnt this living;
I have found a reason.

A reason for waking so dutifully,
to tread the Earth in sweetened loyalty,

a reason for thinking in patterns too deep,
for talking aloud to you in my sleep.

I'll tell you of the hum I hear in still breath,
the vanity of of seeking life through death.

I come with a great message of bound duty,
I come with childhood memory in tact,

I offer up my unitary wisdom,
to consciousness and the potency of fact.