I love the brilliant sun
I'm in the light that's bent
I love the brilliant sun
I'm in the light that's bent
I love the brilliant sun
I'm in the light that's bent

Is it beyond the bar to bypass believing?
In order to be brimming
Knowing what I am, that I am, that I am?
I made the glimpse claim my own cliche catch phrase
Through my gross window to a subtle body to a casual plane
Through my gross window to a subtle body to a casual plane
Through my gross window to a subtle body to a casual plane

Everything you see is love
The Earth is love
The planets, the creatures, the sky is alight
All alive with wonderous loving goodness

The sky is alight