Wisked away in waking visions,

Where on the soft red sands,

Are pounding feet upon her belly.

Where n!om breeds n!om,

Love children of Divine

Shapes shifting into the formless,

And the formless into form.

Thuru!

Sing the song of the Giraffe who

Nods long neck to and fro

And licks delicious faces of love.

Up the ropes to fly

To the ancient dance in the sky,

And stringing our hearts,

With Christ's light thread.

Bring down the village!

The hearts proclaim

On the ladder of eternal family

To share the love and limitless joy!

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Vibratory waves of pounding hooves,

Shooting ecstatic arrows of love,

Into hearts and bodies of bliss.