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It was up some laughing river where I'd gone to spend the day. |
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I had such fantastic visions I could hardly stand to stay. |
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And I stood within myself and suddenly felt free, |
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And I stood above the burdens that puzzle you and me. |
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I became awareness that was shared with all around, |
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With the trees, the sky, the flowers, and the wind, the sun, the ground. |
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I heard the birds were singing and I found them same as me, |
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And I understood our sorrows and why they should not be. |
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I saw this plane of living, it was nothing more than faith, |
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A skin that covered glory, far beyond our love or hate, |
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A living crystal fairyland where loving is our grace, |
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A pyromanic garden that knows no time nor space. |
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I saw what we've been doing to it, saw it as insane, |
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Still a marching like good Christians with our wars, the sword, the flame, |
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To crush all those damned infidels, defend what should be shame. |
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And again I shared our sorrows and knew we all must bear the blame. |
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I see it all as part of us to know and share alike |
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With a universal willingness to know and do what's right, |
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To understand our brotherness and stop this awful race, |
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Let our children grow in peace, know their life shall not be waste. |
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First there is a mountain, then it seems the mountain's gone, |
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But then, if you take another look, why, it's been there all along. |
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We can be just like that river as it laughs along its way, |
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Or stand beneath the shadows that take the sun away. |
