Hear you hear me, we walk among mountain pines
high, reaching heaven, discovering fields
of wisdom among the wild, never seen
before we reach inside, we find who we
are and are not, we run away satisfied, when
 finding answers to questions no one knows
only people from another world, one in one
the universe we are.

Men as walked among each other for many years
we may look alike, but we may not think alike
many are like seeds rolling around barren hills
valleys around the universe, planting there
seeds where they will grow best if birds fly
pass, not afraid, your soul may not be
from this world, you live.

Hear you, hear me, wash in the still waters
of life, listen to your forefathers, they beat
away memories of the time, leaving a sweet
fragrance, disappearing, only now
 a vision of truth, leaving their imprints
upon minds of drifting sands.

Lay your head among the grass that grows
among the weeds exploring life's mystery
creeping with universal knowledge, we
organize our  thoughts, blinding away
the truth of existence, which will  rise higher
then a simple question, power above
collects understanding.
 
 
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