Wherever the end may take me, I am amiably floating along.

Just as we leave our footprints in the sand,

Sweet sound of silence allows the emergence,

Dream of land far away,

As the inspiration alights, so does the flow of the pen.

The time and tide wait for none, moving freely with the flow of the waters will.

Above the body of water (sansaar), the light (atma) rises magically.

For far too many a year,

The warrior within wonders the wide world to become unwound.

Soothing sound of the sitar, strings at your fingertips.

The 'heart of the soul' is humbly sweet,

Living in the now, one is free.

Rocks of a rainbow are able to show:

I don't want to be afraid any longer,

My name is light, that is all I know.

Closing of eyes to reveal real insight,

Within the facets of a diamond, searching for the essence,

Create within and around you that loving space,

When you're fortunate to have the blue sky view,

The mountains speak louder than words,