is a mystery to me. 
this milky, melodic mask makes me tremble and quake
but underneath i'm beaming.

my purpose on this earth ( Read more... )

is not so complex
as i think
it's not so far
away
it's not so hard
to find.

in fact it's so simple
so close
so easy
that i blew right past it

what i need
well, i don't need it
because i have it
could there even be need?
if we already always have it?

let my offering complete your altar
prayers to you fill our bodies with song
chanting in the robes of ecstacy
reborn in your temple, bells on my hands
circled on the floor, floating
chanting with your loving angels
we've come home

speak through me
sing through me
heal through me
live through me
love through me
see through me