The coming of the kingdom of God does not admit of obstruction.
And there is no one to say look here.
We seek restlessly the origin of creation.
We put trust in one then another elder.

We are lonely in our self centred ego.
But will not death release us and open up new horizons.
When our fortress walls we will bid adieu to our own virago.
We will indeed be someone fir all seasons.

With the death of the ego, the soul will be reborn.
The fall of our castle is a victory.
We can finally to love be sworn.
But this passing on is a mystery.

We stand at the edge of the precipice, afraid to open our wings.
But if we listen, a celestial wind sings.