In light of cosmic space thy being seek.
Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
Its flight will give thy being unto thee.
The Recorder:
Thou wilt not understand, as thou dost fly,
Whereto we lead, till thou hast heard his call.
We light for thee the life of thy real self;
Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
As semblance in the cosmic weightiness.
The Mystic: