(2nd version) October 15, 1989
 
 

Movement I

Sometimes I wander far from all the crowds,
just to reflect within a moment's silence,
to journey far into my mind's eye,
and to think of what I truly feel inside.

I crave my mind to nestle upon the stirring of a cloud,
the creation of a dream,
the bringing of a thought,
to a fountain of continuously flowing ether,
exhuberantly conditioned and held in essence.

Sometimes I find myself wandering through the darkness,
across the flatlands and endlessly rolling hills,
beyond are the trees that make up the dark forests,
above me is a sky filled with gray clouds floating,
farther away, like an omen of ill tidings.

My mind suppresses these feelings in time,
pondering through quiet valleys,
roaming about lush green meadows of windblown grass,
sometimes envisioning the sun's rays breaking through clouds,
like a glorious vision of the gates of heaven.

But in my visions I am ever-searching,
searching through an evening beyond the twilight,
discovering:
that twinkling rays of light are flashing
far behind the distant hills,
piercing the coldness of the night,
beckoning to me ever still,
but as I go to reach this light,
I find that I am ever still so very far away.

But somehow I would reach this light,
something within me knows for sure,
that when I've finally found the light,
and when this light is all around,
and when the light appears within,
blessed shall I be in eternal peace.
 
 

Movement II

As I ponder upon this world,
turning away with mixed emotions,
torn between the love and hate,
and moving around in circles, I try to catch my breath,
for I feel dizzy with the world I've met,
so I sit back, watch the world go by,
like a bird above the water, I begin to ask the meaning
for what it is I'm after.

In the park I see the children play,
I wonder what they will come to be,
what journeys do they have in store,
what games will they wish to play?

For I've longed to find all the answers,
to all the theories of outer space,
to the longing child's warm embrace,
to the tears rolling down a weary face.

At times I feel that I have reached,
the great walls of obstruction,
walls reaching as high as the sky,
climbing beyond all forms.

At times I steal away in darkness,
as I close the door behind me,
quietly waiting for an answer,
only memories echo to me.

For love is the answer, to our hopes and dreams,
to quench the thirst within our souls, to cleanse us of impurities.

I've felt its warmth in the coldest hours,
and have met love as a friend of life.
of sights unseen and sounds unheard,
that never must one go astray,
lessons to be learned for the rest of our days,
for love is a light I would beckon to say,
for love is not love until given away.
 
 
 
 

Movement III

Sometimes I wander far from all the crowds,
in hopes of goals produced within the sounds,
as I search beyond to find the hidden light,
I find myself searching blindly through the night.

A field of dreams have found the morning clear,
to distant lands one tries to hide all fear,
a world, of visions that no one else could see,
to grasp the truth, the hidden memory.

A place found high among the mountainside,
a movement grew where faceless crowds have died,
some heard a song that echoed 'cross the sea,
to touch upon one's soul, and set the spirit free.

Words, will choose those clouds that are adrift,
can raise the mind, release the thoughts they sift,
upon the goals which show the path to be,
to calm one's soul, in the vastness of the sea.

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A monastery, a holy place
so far away, to seek embrace
afar from thee, from future hence
deny thyself, from all we sense.

Among the light, a world in union
to live in peace, in true fruition
from soul to soul, engulfed by one
from far beyond, the furthest sun.

World delusion, of the mind
life a riddle, the path to find
to wing-swept angels, in towering ranks
to paths of glory, to thee give thanks.
 
 

Movement IV

A place enshrined in total mystery,
a place of spiritual humbleness,
of the many legends there to ponder,
such are the feats of mystic sages,
but many will have turned its pages,
in the solemn land of the Himalayas.

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To ponder on one's secret dream,
to seek the solace of one's soul,
to hear the crying of the winds,
to make one's mind and body whole,
but truth is found within one's heart,
if one would listen one would see,
to hear the angels sing, their secret
lies in all eternity.

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A place for all to live one's dream,
towards the ocean from the stream,
so safe from all the hate and harm,
the dream of life so it would seem.

The eyes fill up with gentle light,
it soon emerges from one's sight,
it then in turn so warms the heart,
the soul becomes of wisdom's light.

Let the truth so touch your heart,
to set your mind so far away,
out of the dark and restless shadows.
within yourself you'll find the way....
 
 
 

© 1979, 1989 Carlos Rull