“I rise above the earth on which I stand
And the cries of the flesh fall away from me.
I rise above the waters that stretch far away
And the weeping of the heart falls away from me.
I rise above the fires of the Sun,
And the anger of the past falls away from me.
I rise above the wreckage of my life,
And from afar I look down upon it.
In what was chaos, I see a pattern,
There for me to grasp or leave.
In what was disaster I se hope,
There for me to build upon.
I stand outside the Universe,
And I breathe myself ready
To return to being human.”
