The Quan Yin gardens, Magdelene caves,
Lakshmi highlands, the valleys of Aphrodite,
For the wisdom of the blue Venusian plains
Has been saved through all incarnations
Of destruction, and can never be corrupted
By the broken, although it has been hidden
In the face of the sea, on the mountaintops
And in the shadows' mysteries for eons.
Travelers can partake of it now,
Like the waters of a lapis stream.
For a few carry the light of redemption.
The multitudes are always needed to fall.
