"On burning coal i place my feet,
Far too cool to feel the heat,
She found a sheep going astray,
She took it on along Her way,

In magic ways, I weave around,
Flying through dreams of Divine sound,

The lovely heart is one expanse,
Through all this heat, the Divine Dance,
From fading tales of something new,
The spring of fire, of stories true,

From hazy days of then and now,
I tend to find myself somehow