There is no vice I can not twist and bend
And turn again into its opposite virtue

There is no compulsion or obsession I can not
So fill with light it becomes kind and bright

There is no ill will or malice I can not
Convert into chivalry or true nobility

There is no crunch or karmic bind, no evil intent or design
I can not refine within my mind
Into contentment and absolute satisfaction

There is no suffering
I can not enfold within my palms
Spit on, blow upon
And recreate as beauty hidden in the heart of life

Such are my power and might
The depths and the heights
Where my wings fly

In one breath,
One inhalation and exhalation,
I consume entire lifetimes:

Grasping the horns of sorrow
I flex my will
Gather my strength
And sing songs of joy--

There is no limitation
Placed upon my commission
To reveal the original purity
Of anything that exists.