Slow depth and hearts breadth
It's a golden show, how little we know
I, I wonder wonder just a little bit
Bit by bit we fall in to the grace of love
So much more, a morning rose before
Time is wandering and my feet faltering
Will seek the end of my becoming
Becoming myself in the Great Belief
Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair
Better now than before the open door
Show the light unto the dark of this world heart
Watch it bleed and howl with me
A savior is hidden in the stranger from the well
Draw the love into the light and quell your desire
Desire is the death of acceptance
Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair
Let me bend to break and burn this stake
I've found all my rivers amongst your veins
Now we're feeling free of the oppression
Now we're oppressing our living frame
No voices come from the wood oh but what voices could
Surely those brittle trees, and those buzzing bees
I, I hope hope you will find
Find me dreaming of your graceful song
So much less, the empty minds blessed
Truth is eternal keeper and dear sleeper
Will breathe the dream of undoing
Undoing the Great Deceit
Further up and further in
Again and again
Until the end
Just more nonsense. Needs some work.
A few C.S. Lewis references involved here. As well as some Hesse. And Tagore.