My heart holds every form with deep awe and acceptance,

My heart contains a pasture for my dear friends and foes,

My heart dances with God's love,

I follow the path of love and divine perception,

I have no stone in my hand or heart,

For I am sweet as nectar and a bed of roses.

Through love all that is bitter will be sweet,

Through love all that is copper will be gold,

Through love all dregs will become wine, 

Through love all pain will turn to medicine.