Air, life, breath and blood
Defines us as one and the same.
Having life hidden in the blood
And mystery buried in the sky,
The beauty of creation and nature
Clearly speaks the unspeakable words;
The true and impeccable words of insights.
“Come to me,” he yearns
As his own crawls away,
Away, from the fertile soil;
The pastures he prepared for his flock.
Only the wise will come, see and hear.
Only the meek will knock, seek, and find.
Only the true will listen, believe and abide.
“Come to me,” he yearns.
My paths are full of shinning lights.
Come gain wisdom, health and riches.
Come gain the only true life to live;
The hidden life pure and full of vitality,
The life hidden in truth, nature and nurture,
The true you hidden in breath and beauty.