I have heard the prayer has reached the sky
While my words linger on my lips
And my dreams refuse to die

Have you heard of the Voice,
That calls you at Night?
As It decends to the lowest sky,
Asking what and not a single why

It says, Ask Me and I shall give
Want from Me, and you shall receive

Then to You, my prayer is this:
As Your light pierces my heart at Your will
And time is Your slave, pleated at Your command
I pray flow the void only You can fill

You bent the light of the sun,
You stop time and cause stars to be born

The All-Hearing, You have heard me
Let it be,
Please, let it be.

Never is it quiet
Inside the silence,
A constant communication,
Through a lofty layer.
So listen, as I speak of nothing,
Listen,
As silence pervades the air.

Three bees flew out of the lotus
As it slowly laid open its petals,
Three bees lay dead
As the light shone from its core,
No bees existed
As the light took over,
Its muddy birth, kissing oars.