Mother's milk has gone sour,

Damp thoughts exist in the head,

The head in the hands.

Devoted time passes away,

The fear of one idea returns again.

The stained moon rises from the east

Sun sets in the west

Where souls burn clean tomorrow.

The green sea sleeps,

Under the mothers light

We glide through the waters

And fly through skies.

Walk on the soft ground,

With you I feel numbness,

A sense that I don't belong.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                 Section 108