[Intro]

[verse]

I can’t go on, as I am,

a downcast being, floating at the end

of a nebulous string.

This string is light, cast from love,

that always holds, and never breaks,

for love is strong, it slashes steel,

and it casts about spiraling,

until it meets its opposite,

yet exact form.

Is this the key to everything?

The key,

the key

the key to it all.

As love flows in,

causing love to flow out,

how do we become the exacting being,

a God form,

transforming,

transmuting,

both the path and the being.

My Father,

beloved One,

how can clay be transmuted into fire?

The fire of your being, out of which flowing,

all forms,

all being,

gazing,

pondering,

longing

how luminous crystal being can be held in flaming light.

Don’t you want to travel,

wouldn’t you want to see, the gentle guide,

silently leading,

holding your right hand,

travelling,

travelling,

deeper,

fearsome light filled with love,

sweet ecstasy and muted terror

into the flaming abyss

of pure light and love?

Looking behind you,

amazed,

confused,

transformed,

as you being merges within crystal fire,

and gleaming light.

The oddity, the highly comic,

ironic approach

of a flaming being,

full of light..

worshipping

venerating

words incapable

worshipping

worshipping you.

Asclepius, Dhanvanatri,

one being, keeper of the forms.

Don’t you want to travel,

by means of the nebulous string

of love and light that leads,

steadily to the heart of God?

Ask Asclepius the venerated One,

burn some sage,

let him grasp your being and in kindness,

and light,

the One the Lover of mankind,

your lover…all held in the deepest well,

of flaming love and kindness.

Kneeling in the flaming light,

Kneeling in the flaming light,

Kneeling while worshipping me.

Lift me up.

Lift me up.

Lift me up.