If Dreams are made of Hope,
My heart hankers after the Fulfillment of it all,
Like the Sweetness of the Bee's Honey,
I yearn for the stickiness to the Lord's Glory,
My eye prays for the uncovering of the timeless
insight,
The Outer seeking the Inner,
Of Me, I perceive not I or Myself,
But only the meaning to be selfless,
And merging with the One Who is the True Me,
The Most Powerful, Unlimited, and Evergreen Me,
Whose wishes blend with the Inferior me,
To complete the picture of true Union.