Isis lost her precious Osiris to death
and she cried bitterly
and she searched the dry cold desert
for this lost love that destroyed her heart
each and all shall know this sadness
each and all

you say you see no reason
and yet there is reason for all things
and nothing without a reason
all things belong to all other things
we are only one pulse
all created things originate from this one thing
and yet you say you see no reason

only the warrior of the desert can know love
the fleeting morning mist on the Nile
the smile of skull and bone
as certain as day and night
love is like space -it will abide

the lion sees one and sees all
and this heart stripped bare to the nerve
reduces the lion to a lost kitten
all living things must tremble
like new born things
before the solar King and Queen
our wounds are our greatest blessing