Henosis

Plenitude and innocence A brood of peace and radiance No disdain carved in the heart Dwell in wealth and adorement Progenies, a forgotten garden Beyond the memory of our genes The zenith of creation and perfection The fortunate ones The lure The fire as a gift The serpent There's no void In our hearts There's no emptiness Hidden-self Mother Hidden-self Father Plenitude and innocence A brood of peace and radiance No disdain carved in our hearts Dwell in wealth and adorement Someone plants seeds for birds to eat Someone plants seeds without roots Someone plants seeds between thorns Someone plants seeds to grow vivid We have quarter We have road Safe from cruelty Safe from oppression We walk a straight line Away from winding path In nothing we are everything