But who is this being wrapped in skin?
And what is this skin wrapped in being?

Seven years and a season,
and I am gone again, all my cells renewed...

Only to arrive on the mystical tide of heart transforming music...

In this strange orchestration,
the inner world of visions blends with the outer sensations...

Pleasure sinks deep into my pores,
even as pain creeps like roots through my neck...

And the galaxies turn and spin,
turn and spin like the sycamore tree twisting toward the light...

I am the light and the dark conjoined,
and the sweet struggles with the bitterness...

And over a thousand life returns,
the luminescence prevails,

And there in the dark mists of time you see it,
The Man abiding in Eternal Being...

Being dwelling in form!