The great word   Of blessendness   And a feeling of ease   A cup of the well of freedom and life   We joyfully drink   Inside all was new   But outwards nothing had changed      An escapade   Then to the altar   To evaluate   All parts of the great mystery   But all remains on the same spot   No signs of a   New season      In my hand is a new word   But the word is   Still without a body      A hidden life stream   That swells in the deep   Will soon give   The word a second face      In my hand is a new word   But the word is   Still without a body   In my hand is a new word   But the word is   Still without a body