Crazy Da Must Sing
My worth is on the eye.
My power is in the ear.
My voice is under hand.
My speech is thrilling to me,
how it moves the arm of my Beloved.
She is my own Form, not apart from anything.
Nothing enters my room suddenly.
I am already there.
The mind of Bliss.
The body of Bliss.
The soul of Bliss.
The universe of Bliss.
The universe is true.
The man on the right is alive with the logic of offense.
The Man on the left is alive with the logic of defense.
The man of understanding is the Lord of two hands.
My own underworld.