You are the soaring mountain peak and
I the playful river rushing away
You are the voice of my pure heart and I
the expression of my play
You are pure love, I contentment of the
pleasant family life
You are the deep oblivion of divine and I
its wandering strife
I keep drawing a line in the sand and
lighting the lamp in the wind
Neither seems wise but I keep playing
with my fate and mind
So I see a tear running down the cheek
of time into sand
To rub the drawing and put out the
lamp that tries to stand
All that is animate and inanimate
merge in harmony at my feet
I am conscious of the eternal beauty,
deep joy that I always greet
This world is delicate as trickling tears
mysterious as vanishing dreams
Who can come forward to let me enjoy
the divine cakes and creams?
I am all exhausted and ready to depart
from this sinful cart
I have danced and played enough and
now is the time to play my part
The flowers are lined and the garland is
made waiting for me to go
When the soul reaches nirvana the
other five elements will also go.
