A mother has to bear much pain
To nurture and deliver a mortal swain
Still willing to bear the pain
As the joys of breaking the limits
Of this coil no one can explain

And now to build the spiritual womb
That will render the mortal beyond the binding coil

To be on this earth and not to be of it
To open an inward eye that will
raise one beyond the fleshy bond
To render the mortal coil into an immortal key

Persevere in expectant joy
Like a pregnant mother

I am in you