Wending mindward to their goal
Through clear mountains of the Soul.
Life-blue rivers thread the gold
Which no greed has brought or sold.
Dark silences begin to creep
While memories unfold in sleep.
Grey phantoms pastward fix their gaze
And through the maze
The heart – knocks echo through the brain
As grain by grain
Its alchemy transforms tomorrows into yesterdays
And Ego-breaking chains against the bars
Conquers the stars.