Searching sails In the night I branch out towards This tiny light It seems so small It might implode And maybe if I reach its node The knowledge of The world itself Will bless us with A timeless breath A sigh so strange We can’t foresee This breath is real This breath is me.
Red rain rising Prisms in the sun Bowing forward gently, Ready for the run A distance unimaginable A length of life to come To breathe this essence deeply Reminds us where we're from Fountains pure and golden Flows of time and truth Our home is ever present; The house is always You. * Happy …
Amie Zor 