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.