To speak of things unseen An endless flowing stream As if it’s but a dream Stardusted, sacred things
Mind thoughts, be aware They shape all that’s there Bring life, to what you will Illusions, seem so real
The body can not hold Formations of your soul The only truth to know Is in the letting go
And every knee shall bow And every being crowned A search for something true A finding is within you
Within you Within you Within you Within you…
You’ll find it It’s high time that You’ll find it It’s high time that You’ll find it It’s high time that It’s high time that It’s high time that It’s high time that You find it…