My ways are directed by something
which daily I carry along:
An angel amongst human beings
I frequently vibrate my song.
I lived as a deva for eons
but now I'm the man I became.
My pictures and songs as my beacons
the ruler and learner the same.
My wish is to serve every human!
I carry a light in my breast.
While traveling I bless you, the New Man
with tenderness, gladness and zest.
If you think the day and the glory
are ruled by the power of things,
then find in your heart's inner story
the beauty of angelic wings.
Frank Colding, 2011
Retelling: Hans Tjalve 2013