The Devil once told me we’re all just One Thing.
Changing its shape and position in time
To populate the lake, to make the song rhyme.
Just One Precious Thing burning with the Light
Spun forth from an egg set in the lap of Night.
Just One Thing Shining in the tomb of Naught,
A promise of renewal, a wisdom we forgot.
So now we chant the tune, an eerie harmony,
Re-membering the Body of the endless starry sea
Her name is more than whisper, it makes up everything
And in our joyous ecstasy from our depths Her Name we sing.