Sweet mystery: I am ready. I want no more from you now: not an immortal soul not a promised land not a sacred goal not your guiding hand not to remain not a transcendent view not to come again in the morning dew not an absolute confess in a cleansing rain not your forgiveness not an end to pain nor to fear, nor strife not an impregnable peace not a bargain for life not a joyful release not a brand new start not to merge with you or know we were never apart not to understand you neither an end, nor no end not any thing, or no thing ... I am ready. Awake. I take off my clothes and prostrate myself flat to the ground with no agenda and in full surrender: worshipfully, gratefully.