Waterman

Understood not by the flashes of the dust

He wills to bypass the border

He wills to uncover the Truth

He wills for final Release

He prays to Divine Mother

He feels the Ocean of Being calming down his thoughts

His fire growing to become the flame of liberation

Sacred corridors mixing in his imagination

Pure lands inviting him to take refuge

Drops of dew waking him to be

He transfers One will into tiny bits of action

Turquoise blue singing in joy

Blessings from his sunny angel

To give…his only mission

Peace…the last mark of the moment

Arunachala hill calling him to wake up

Shiva whispers to his ear

Holy Spirit holds his hand

Jesus Christ and all the angels bring him light