Scattered and Sickled

When the creation of the Cosmos,
Disconnected from Universal Bliss,
Let goes of the thread of unity of this Universal consciousness,
the creation falls into a forever darkening abyss.

We are scattered as if sickled constellations in this mess.
In the world of the monkey,
Strangers to one another, And even to ourselves.
Bind with fervent haste again,
These scattered and sickled constellations of our consciousness.

Free the Universe from the fake splendor of false idols and idolaters,
Revitalize the immortal law of our everlasting love.
Unravel the tapestry of the mystery within Your Oneness
And take flight, as would a dove.