These songs we are,
these dancing jewels,
fervent in devotion
to the new day,
repeating, endless,
clarified in dreaming.

How to sing this thing becoming?

What map is used,
what destination desired?

The shape of that desire,
the hands tenderly touching,
the song unravelled in the violent heart.

We unfold slowly,
a piece revealed,
a piece hidden...

Still, the song is longer than our breathing,
longer than the dreams of our children,
longer than the life of stars.
 

Where are you going?

What will you find there?

Why are you going?

How will you know you've arrived?