The god in His Highness
God could not be that high
If only his essence be embraced
His quality bind
His state inflamed
His form entwined

For His state which is unconditional
His time, His fate
no mind crystal
by that crown, purely for His Highness

His Truth unmistaken
His bonds, unbound
His gospel unfiltered
His models unmasked

For a face, not so black or white
of those bluish eyes
Don’t watch the skies, or beg for a sign
from His Highness.

God should not be so visible
If we had to wait for a sign
Because even the futility of idols is not
so close to our design
Seek not so far outside yourself, but within,
Mind not the contexts, but be content
Turning your third-eye, inwardly
let alone Man be Godly.