Confront no one in your moment of glory
it belongs to you.

Be silent in those hours your heart is filled
with joy and peace, surrounded by love
and light!

Songs arise within your spirit of belonging
in the upper mansion of divine power.

Sparkling like fools gold in the summer
of life, sell not your soul to those who
need to touch your tenderness.

Gather flowers from fields wild, filled
with fragrance fresh with magical
illusions of nature's sweetness.

Close not the heart of desire, it burns
away from all fears and doubts of minds
empowerment.

Love does not exist for need, it
exists for soul fondness, passion
of self non-impressionism delusions.

Imagine life without inner sight
what would we ever do with
a blank slate of dark belief?