Closer now than ever before
To you, to me, to the infinite soul,
No longer yearning for something more
Or striving for a goal.
Internal peace one cannot find
By looking constantly.
Only one who once was blind
Knows what it means to see.
As wakened hours survive through dream,
Dreams carry the spirit through day.
To blow in the wind and flow with the stream
Can be the only way.
The wind, your breath; the stream, your blood
Permit you voice and motion.
But strength of will, a tidal flood
Controls the meanest ocean.