Last night in a dream- Like a idol i sat- Whilst from me away you wandered..

The caravan of the world intoxicated carried you away in your pallequin-

While my world around me crumbled- In the emptiness of myself i seeked you-

But what i found was a shattered heart- Attacked by so many tumults

I looked towards the heavens and consoled myself the moon has gone,

remains in your lap falling stars-

The dust particiles around me said:

The Idol Always sits stunned,

Chained unable to move Beneath God’s magnficent power.

It is essential for the heart’s coronation

For the Idol to to realise,

There is nothing but Divine movement

In this word-