Oh lord my God.

I want to keep my soul pure.

In its pristine whiteness for you.

I want to maintain it,

the way it was when you first gave it being.

My real self.

My pure self.

My divine self.

My infinite Self.

I come from you.

I am YOU.

YOU are me.

Anything not real, not true,

vexes my soul.

Vexed, I wondered, is it my ego self,

stirring agitations?

I went to rest in you.

In meditative silence.

And ah, that peace.

I felt myself rapt off,

to that place so divine.

So full of Divine auction,

so beautiful, so deep, 

so wide, so spacious.

There is nothing there but YOU.

You are Truth,

You are reality.

All these things they chase after.

And try to press my nose into them thither.

They are but shadows and noise.

Are they real?

They are not real, for they vex my soul.

My soul can only rest in you, God,

The Source, the Infinite Creator.

Anything that vex my soul,

is not from you.

Oh lord my God, the Almighty,

The Infinity. The Divine Infinity.

My soul sings of you.

My soul sings of my love for you.

I have loved you from my young days.

I have loved you in my teenage years.

I have loved you in adult years,

to the monastery.

Out of the monastery to now,

I continue to love you.

And sing of my love for you.

You are my path.

The source of my being.

You are my everything.

The one true God, the one true Being.

The Oneness, the one Infinite Being.