Trust in this dream of me
It is sunshine in the darkness of the void
Which is neither dark nor devoid
Of warmth
Be as the wind
That shakes the aspen
And calls out in return
I am here
Be silent as a lake bestilled
In all its immensity
Yet, utters the sweetest of sounds
Be the ripple
That strikes the shore
Be the sound of life
In all its infinite ways
Surrender yourself
To the beauty that is you
As you climb the path home
Do nothing and all will flow
Do nothing and all is done…