On some faraway shore, among the rocks,
where the wind is still, we wait for a sign
from the heavens; for a white dove to drop
down from cerulean skies: where silence lies;
where the air and the light are soft and blessed,
and reveal mysteries that have perplexed
us for such a long time. Although this age
seem to 'progress' at an alarming rate,
it feels like we're only on the first page
of the great book of wisdom. I'm no sage
but I know that the keys to the kingdom,
lie deep within us all, but they remain
buried. Like scared children lost in the woods,
we still do not know how to find our way
back home. That's the modern world's tragedy
and why most fear the eternal design,
and continue to pursue futile dreams,
under the sun. Look to Time's boundless sands
and realise how small we all are in
the grand scheme of things. The cosmic rhythms,
which move the moon and the stars, move within
us. Surrender to this; break old habits