From the tip of the needle,
through the sight of an eagle.
To the infinity space,
into the divinity grace.
How centropy blinks and the entropic whole is born
to get back again in the great Nothing horn…
From the stuck of any emotions,
to the pure present devotion.
From the needle’s very point to the cosmos beyond,
where there is no more bond,
and you becomes God’s magic wand.
From a turmoil of all the complexity,
into the bliss to see all this as a simplicity.
In a cheerful wonder, how should it be…
Just doesn’t matter, because this is all me!