In the house of the most high, I stand feeling a bit too small.
I can’t reach the coloured dome, hovering above my head, uncovering all the truths of the universe.
The knowledge stares right into my eyes, telling me of what I could become, and at the same time, showing me what I’m not.
Should I be ashamed?
Am I being judged by the most high
that I managed to journey to and uncover,
will I be stepped on by the object of my desires?
Oh, sweet knowledge,
pour yourself into me,
but don’t take me over,
fill me up
Instead of judgement,
give me your love
Instead of disapproval,
please be proud
That I was able to reach this far
Spirit of Tara 