Laid on the couch,
I feel like,
Two eyes stare
On me;
Surrounded by the crimson light,
I visualize your shadow,
In the corner,
Of the room;
Your feet approach to me,
And draw a straight line,
In which my breath has reached,
Its communion with your Holiness;
Your hand gives me a chalice,
In which my Own becomes One,
With your Soul;
To drink is enough,
To open up my eyes,
And experience Life,
By your sweet sight;
Let\'s awake the Great Mother,
For she can grant us the pleasure,
To expand our branches,
Through the Night Tree!
Whereas our lips speak
A parable,
To make conscious,
A twisted head!
Let\'s sing a psalm,
To begin a dance!
Whereas our bodies move
Across the green ground,
And make a circle,
To echo such a musical sound!
For unless we get rid of our taboos,
We\'ll never sense the doves,
Soaring into our loop.