A man seizes his brother and says,
You own a cloak,
Gaia smiles when you pray
Even the beasts of the woods listen to you.
Take charge of this vale of tears
Lead your people to freedom.

The bodhisattva cries
I am cast out
My robe torn from me.
Hate burns me not Gaia's love.
I have no wisdom. I have no remedy.
All the wicked look to themselves
I do not have The Word to change their hearts.
Do not ask me to lead you.

Dear Brother, the good help you
The law constrains the wicked.
The Word will reveal itself
In its own time.
A virgin Daughter on the ceremonial night.

Gaia's Beloved.
A shining light showing the Way
Bestowing her gift and changing hearts
from stone to the blossoming rose.