I am tired of the present vision and sound.
Bless me with a brush to paint a new world.
In the march of the caravan,
grant me a Him-Loving Singer
to keep the journey in the same burning spirit.
The same song,
silence of which has drawn me close
to the kingdom of heart
away from the world of matter.
Originally written in December 14 2000. Rewritten on June 6 2003.