Scattered And Sickled
When the creation of the Cosmos let goes of the thread of unity of this Universal consciousness,
the creation falls into a forever darkening abyss.
We are scattered as if sickled constellations in this mess.
In the world of the monkey,
Strangers to one another
And even to ourselves.
Bind with fervent haste again these scattered and sickled constellations of our consciousness,
Revitalize the immortal law,
of our everlasting love.
Free the Universe from the fake splendor of false idols and idolaters,
Unravel the tapestry of the mystery within Your Oneness and take flight,
as would a dove.