As my spirit soars
to Shiva's abode
Peak and pinnacle of
my mortal bowl
Shatter I did
the fictious soul
When spirit did
bounce to pinnacle pitch
break I did this empty bowl

To hold these pieces in position
I need you in utmost passion
Passion to burn, beyond reason
and blossom into my eternal season

When in you and me there is nothing uncommon
This bowl will hold, to be in wild abandon.