Some draw maps before they go and some well they just go  
I'd like to think that Shambala is the best kept secret of God's grace  
The sun went ablaze at the hour of three am and blinded me  
So high  was I into the air that nausea settled in
I saw a temple in this place, with doors of solid gold,  
and a woman in a brown robe with eyes as bright as coal ;
"Hang on " she said to me " you'll soon be down"  and then
with a smile that broke then sun and pieced it back together  again
she spake to my heart, " welcome to Shambala "
as I re-entered my body I felt a jolt,  
with my heart jackhammering inside my chest