There are landscapes in me The inner eye could never see, Swamped as it was With fear and greed and lust as Dead flies on a windshield. All I needed do was yield My thoughts and wishes to her love To be washed clean by rains above Of silent peace and gentle joy. How can I give my thanks at all For the new vistas of my soul, For having sampled, having felt The inside love in which I melt And which I recognize to be Not a new world, Not a new me, But my true nature all the while? I walk in peace along the aisle Of timeless knowledge, ever new, That I am her and she is you; And that she was, and is, will ever be Outside of all, inside of every Atom or wave of energy.