Rise!



Rise! To the Mountain to find your soul in the Sun
soon there carried away in the bliss
Oh! What fun!


Many Moons will pass
and many laughs will gasp
the return of the King always seems to ring
Oh! Alas!


The mists of time precipitate
and bring forth fate
faithful 'til the end
and the spells that make spoons bend


God and Goddess, reflections of the One, the Many, the All
the light in the fall
of a bouncing ball
tall like the trees that bring forth leaves
so that many eves may be seen in the breeze
in the bright Moon lit night
Oh! The Joy of Sight!


Spend your days in the presence of the absence of time
and ye shall find an endless Heavenly Mine
of Gold, the Rainbow of color never grows old
only those that look within
will find the Gift that removes every sin!