Where trophies are bestowed.. in the universe..
How can my conscious mind reach you there?
In golden pots.. the sun.. and stars.. scoop up light showers..
Infinite.. life.. extends throughout the sky..
At.. your seat.. as the giver..
How can my conscious mind.. reach you there.
With ever new.. vivacity you unfold,
Will I never be asked to join you there through my life?
