Dearest, why cry in vain in the black night
fight its gentle intent to hold and rest.
Why fear malcontent this absence of light?
Put false ego upon the loom to test.
What makes you conclude elation so found
from harsh light, will thus frame your hearts delight?
Reality so formed will oft be unbound,
allow grays to soften the fading light.
We are ripe stalks of Universal Eye.
Walk on courageous in the night time sky.