Enough of this looking within...
Enough of this looking within...
The moment has arrived to begin
sowing the rich seeds of imagination
in the rocky soil of the world.

It is there in that enchanted garden
of mystery and longing where
my love will take root and flourish.

Sometimes I see eternity hiding
mischievously within the shifting cycles,
spying on life gleefully,
hoping to play...

Eternity hopes to play,
and I cannot deny the lonely child of my source.