Before the swords,
Before the words,
When no weapons were in this world.
Before we knew we existed,
Before our thoughts were limited.
When no vanity could exist,
there was neither me nor other,
when no joy, no love, and no bliss,
Would fill somebody’s heart either.
Before all that, was I in peace?
Being nothing but the great whole
Seeing through each and every piece
Being the picture, the great all.
And yet I don’t regret a thing,
What a blessing I’ve made this choice.
Worthy of every pain and sting,
For now that I have heard your voice.