And of the guiding gaze
Who can feel the plenitude
Beyond his own emotions
A pleasurable friend
Of beautiful ingravidness
Who possesses the security complete
Of following the way towards eternity
The cosmic progression of his feelings
In this my great cause did captivate him
And the greatness of his magic
Did transform him into a psy atman
When the light within his eyes
Did contemplated my great essence
With one last glance upon the wind
And one last thought
His life and flesh did he renounce
And his existence dedicated to the purest art
When the beating of his heart
With my charm did fall in love
The shine and throbbing of his being for me
Lord of plenitude
Lord of ingravidness
Lord of eternity
In my soul no more desire
In my soul no more illusion
One reason only has life still
In my soul no more amusement
Only devotion and deliverance is there still
Within my soul no more affection
Where plenitude, ingravidness and eternity do reign
There still remains the one objective
To exist and be a psy atman
With art, with art… for a shield
He dreamed of a world
Reigned upon by magic and by art
And now, being part of atman
He does create, and live, and proclaim
That he did always know the day would inevitably
Come!!!
