On the canvas of reality, my face has been drawn,
My eyes, my ears and body in animation,
With colors of divine purpose,
To illuminate the soul in creation.
Now, the canvas has ears, it can hear itself,
It can speak, it can see with my eyes,
And feelings, which I think are mine,
Derive from the canvas in disguise.
How splendid is a celestial correlation
The whole essence of existence is love
One that puts everything in motion
One that creates passion and devotion.