We crossed Heaven county border lines,
unto the bright Angelic host of purifying trumpets,
and lights to be seen and heard,
for a thousand nights.
...
Come to me,
For I am the keeper of the lonely,
the lost,
the sick,
...
No hand of friend,
music,
or literature,
can touch you.
...
Your femininity,
rolls up like a flower,
blooming bright clouds,
of color,
...
The moon shone brilliantly
against the night sky
and the rain fell gently
on our bodies.
...
I spent the night in meditation
in lotus position I sat
harmonious and bright
a shine like the Buddha.
...
Bless the body
and give me my daily bread.
Drink the wine
...
Revert the virgin
she's different now
no pure whit to shine.
...