Where will you go when you leave here?
Somewhere less – complicated..
What will you take with you?
Nothing much, only my self
Listen to the dawn prayer
The gathering mist
The wind in the chestnut trees
The one who gives life
Is your constant companion
She is the candle in the darkness
The still point in the storm
Everything you will ever need
Is already within you
Don’t be a stranger in your own home
Think not of what you might receive
But what you could give
The beloved will always provide for you