Of fire wind and wisom
The endless knotThe holy groveThe thresholdThe place beyondI enter, like a newborn child...
Embracing the eternalLike a consuming fireThe knowledge growsWhen it's cleftThough still patchworkedYet floodingThe creating touchWashing away the vile.
Embracing the ancientWhile trees gently whisperThose intimateLonged-for wordsThe greet wheelIs still revolvingWith untouchable sovereigntySo invulnerable.
Into the sacred grove I drownThe endless knotDraws me intoThe fire of hearts, the place beyondThen I'll be bornThen I'll be renewed
naked spiritbare spirit