No mirror, cast from the glass of shadowed eyes, to see a flaw
No echo, strung from the waves of muffled ears, to hear a note amiss
No melancholic drone from a choice left unexplored
No signal to desist
No problem at all
All power to say no
All power to say yes
All power to proceed
A master not a guest
All sense unto itself a mantle of great prospect
To be entire and new
To be just beautiful
Free in a breath
Free in a pace
Free in a turn to take any step
Empty all scorn
Empty all strife
Empty all black
Beautiful life
No mirror, cast from the glass of saddened eyes, to see a flaw
No echo, strung from the waves of troubled ears, to hear a note amiss
No melancholic drone from a choice left unexplored
No signal to desist
No problem at all.
