WHERE IS THIS

CASTE HOUSE?

IS IT BELOW MY WAIST?

HIDDEN BY

SAPLESS TREES,

WILL YOU

REMEMBER ME?

I'll ask myself questions

I don't think 

anyone has the

answer to.

Because of dreams, hope

and a little uncertainty,

I have walked here.

Walked and

walked.

Down hills,

through streams,

above shadows,

we have

walked.

Maybe if tomorrow 

will never die

I'll face

my fears.

But like the turning

of every cloud,

where aire is fair,

we change,

bloom if you

will.

Like crested birds,

entrusted with

secrets

of

the

wind.

Away

we'll go,

like kites

upon on

open sky.

Taken flight

with the knowledge

of creation, on

a wing we'll be,

until we're there one day,

again with One.