Depthless deep & emerald green, the ocean surges.
Upon his throne of stone he sits.
His ship of state, becalmed, awaits the wind.
Will you drink & quench your thirst?
O did you need to know for sure at first?
& from water he emerges, into water he submerges,
The King of Kings before you sits.
The light, the light, to see without... within.
Will you drink & quench your thirst?.
O did you need to know for sure at first?
& now you feel the waters flow.
Now you know you know you know.
The golden light, the flower’s flow.
The source is deep & wide & clear.
The golden light, the flower’s flow.
The source is deep & wide & clear.
The veil of mist, above, around, converges
& you, in doubt, once said “Does He exist?
The wind has caught your sail… the wind... the wind.
Will you drink & quench your thirst?
O did you need to know for sure at first?
& now you feel the waters flow.
Now you know you know you know.
The golden light, the flower’s flow.
The source is deep & wide & clear.
The golden light, the flower’s flow.
The source is deep & wide & clear.
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