my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
can we dream
of something unreal
and in that reality
make our dreams come true
from the deepest oceans
to the highest mountains
may we be one
with nature’s dream
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
on a foggy day
when you look out towards the mountains
see the past remains
up here hidden in the clouds
Immortals reside
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
face to face with oneself
you see only the manifestation
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself
goodbye little friend
may the wings of angels
carry you to Heaven
the ground that you chased
leaves behind a mark
as green as the grass you ate
apples and carrots on a plate
a friend that you made
remembers you fondly
still searches for you
even though you are gone