Clouds lift from my forehead More clarity is not bad
When agnya opens the door I can reach the higher floor
Amba’s moves are deep and swift I am getting a quick lift
No one is less deserving Of being carried on Her wings
If I enter the silence My heart beat is for Her dance
From the depth of nothingness Comes a love that shines and bless
Hail to her in the highest Her Gift is the very best.