There is no enemy,
there is nothing lacking.
You are perfect, swinging all ways and directions.
You are Too Much and Too Little’s child.
You arrive and depart simultaneously.
Your body is all things manifested,
on its way to death,
on its way to birth.
The rhythm is endless.
You have destiny’s sword.
With it you can cut the curtain of time down the middle,
and the crease of every closed eyelid.
Make waves in their sadness so that they can wake.
Wield your powers effortlessly.
All love sings your name.
All life knows you.
Everywhere is home.