Rising from the depths of marshy lagoon,
O’erwhelmed with music and light,
I fancy my original home face to face -- the fathomless ocean,
O shall I ever enter my home!
Yet, I believe the gates shall be thrown open,
Because I seek pardon from the merciful lord,
And mercy sure shall be granted to me,
By the Clement and merciful lord,
My heart with inward ecstasy expands,
And resonates with the word of lord,
So I'm confident,
That when my Lord sits to deliver His judgement,
And I stand before his majesty fretful,
To hear his judgment on my soul,
He shall in his majesty severe,
Welcome me back and proclaim :
You are from me -- my supreme manifestation,
As He did tell me ere, on my first birthday:
You are my love as I blew into you of my holy spirit,
My delusion of being separate from Him shall disappear,
Awareness shall dawn upon me --
I am the One who is dyed in colours,
And the One who is dyed in colours,
Is himself colourless

Mykoul