Through the needle’s marrow

When it’s straight as an arrow

The essence rises up to the canopy

It’s the coming of divine alchemy

The mind straightens its ways

Repentant of its crooked ways

Becoming a redecorated way stop

Senses are forbidden to shop

Body’s festooned with inner lights

Pulsating life reaching great heights

Skin’s part of the garb of the simple

They become a walking temple

Doors take the place of darkness

There’s no fear, only calmness

The needle that once pointed north

Turns wherever it’s needed on earth