the everyday doldrums make us feel strangest:

want to scream for the magic days...

our Souls go through endless spirals of Changes:

as we seek out the living Ways...



we See ordered patterns in the Wind:

as days and seasons drift on by...

the ever changing present view at hand:

is where our soul birds sit High...



we feast our eyes on ever new Skies:

our perception shines out bright...

we shine through our bodies, ears, and eyes:

our Souls are Stars of Light...



the everyday doldrums make us feel strangest:

as we scream for the magic days...

our Souls go through climbing spirals of changes:

as we merge with the Living Ways...