Close eyes to be gone again That world unknown Calls to be found Dreamed had seen him Dancing by the gentle stream A flute so sweet played within Tears of lost children called Remember that sound of music? Sinking into the fibres of being? How loneliness had attacked The world kicking people in dirt Oh! Just that flute again! Just to permeate the soul one more time! ÔTil then, the moments are long Between outer and inner Is a wide path hard on the feet How the feet rejoice when the closer the destination! Regardless of the existence of such The journey is enough The slowly growing transcendental sound is enough Music of love beckons from the world unknown The weary yearn so long That finally they answer its call Forsaking everything To reach that music! That dream! That stream! Oh Sweet Flautist! All yours!
Journeys and Destinations are the Wheel of Identity that moves around the Hub of Unbeing. Grub on THAT!
