Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored: He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on...

In my dark moments
When there's nobody inside me
And everything's a fog and walls
Of all life offers and possesses -


If, for a moment, I raise my forehead
From where I'm bogged down in myself
And see the far horizon
Full of the setting or floating sun -


I come alive again, I exist aware,
And even if it's all illusion
The exterior where I forget myself,
There's nothing more I wish or ask for.
I surrender my heart to it.