Further Ascending by Descending,
and Descending by Ascending,
I feel my Heart is torn
between the Mother,
and the Father,
I am a Child,
Left Alone Right,
All One.
Drawn towards the Mother
I let my hair and beard grow,
Drawn towards the Father
I shave my head bold,
To bow.
I am a Child
and cry and smile
till my Heart
Torn is mended
by me and all.
Regained
