Rise from your beds, Livers,
Rise from your warm, soft, quiet sheets...

To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...

I thought you accepted who I was,
Am I wrong to think this...

The traveler wanders the Earth,
Observer of Everything...

The quiet musician sits on the chair,
In front lies his stand...

What is Meditation?
Is it focusing on one thought...

The world moves slowly,
A whisper emerges...

Darkness takes all in unbearable pain,
It wraps the broken in remorse...