STARLIGHT PIERCES THROUGH THE MIND

Your starlight pierces through the mind
Celestial, chaste like the wood,
the poor wood I found second hand
Where now I read infinity;

Oh, completion is the goal,
          the present goal:
We have this day
          this moment only;

You ask how I know the 
          words
Of symphonies I've never
          heard

The secret is, "Listen,
Don't try to hear,"
I greet you all
          I greet you here
In this place of
          destiny

Praise to the One
          above us all
The source and end of mystery;
O now I do; I feel you
          here
As I write your history.