[Verse 1] A crimson stroke upon the virgin white, No bound of form, no measured rule of sight. The tiny hand revolves in wild delight, Unfolding stars from ancient, formless night. Ask not what image rises from the seam; The soul is dancing in the cosmic stream! [Verse 2] Pour forth the stream upon the waiting earth, A cool embrace, the crucible of birth. Too tight it fractures, too wet it will fall; The stubborn clay defies the master's call! Yet stroke by stroke, in patient wonder spun, A sphere of loam reflects the golden sun. No hurried words, no pride of intellect, The silent watcher stands in deep respect. [Chorus] Gloria! In soil and water intertwined, Beyond the prison of the calculating mind! The mud-stained cloak, a stellar diadem, A blooming universe within the gem. We guide no hand, we break no sacred chord; In boundless chaos, life is restored! [Verse 3] Upon the sands, an empire rigidly stood, Bound by the solemn air of brotherhood. Then leaps the jester with a splash of broth, Dissolving order in a joyful froth! The walls collapse, the heavy spell is broken, Through childish laughter, cosmic grace is spoken! New rivers carve, new oceans take the floor, A thousand galaxies from ruin soar! [Chorus] Gloria! In soil and water intertwined, Beyond the prison of the calculating mind! The mud-stained cloak, a stellar diadem, A blooming universe within the gem. We guide no hand, we break no sacred chord; In boundless chaos, life is restored! [Bridge] Grains in the shoe, and loam upon the gown, More bright than any gilded, earthly crown. Through washing waters in the evening glow, The eternal currents of affection flow. [Outro]
