Of all the mysteries
To ruminate on which dreams come
Which offered vibrations the universe honours
Trails leading us by crumb
Questions of what feels right
how the moon pulls its tides
how the moon refracts the suns light
shining on all which rests at our feet
and all the truth once did hide
all the things hands meant to keep

Gods hawk sings overhead as it flies
beliefs that cling to it deep
all soft thoughts that repeat
songs about what is worth living for
before we die

Exalting the spirit shines brightest
at the same time the moon howls its fullest
the soul speaks its loudest
when all its weight is groundless