Behind the mist there is a fire
that does not consume
Beyond the forest there is a lake
lit up by the moon
Between the eyes there is a gateway
to anywhere
Before us lies a path few walk
but I will dare
Within the heart there is a light
that few can see
Above the head a vine grows high
the Source to seek
Beneath the feet are ancient roots
that spiral deep
Around and around we go forever
in a waking dream
Blessed are those who question
for they will learn
Blessed are those who strive
for they will achieve
Blessed are those who express
for they will make art
Blessed are those who do the work
for they will make miracles