The heart speaks louder... than the moon.
The silent grace... guides its fragrance.
She speaks to me of wisdom, and I hear her wisdom.
She speaks to me of naked openness, and I feel her fears.
I learned to trust her long ago, especially when she is wrong.
In this surrender, her grace begins, and her real work and love is revealed.
Then as our eyes met, lady nirvana pulls me back into the grace that is the only face of what has been realized.
And in this prayer, we are all freed.
Om