My soul pours forth a prayer in a language that has no words.
Even I know not what this prayer is saying.
Something the river says on its way to the sea.
My soul pours forth a prayer in a language that has no words.
Even I know not what this prayer is saying.
Something the river says on its way to the sea.
When evening comes,
A black satin sheet is pulled over the sky with jewels sewn into the fabric of the night.
Mystery opens itself up in the darkness so we can feel the shoreline of infinity.
It is good to sense how small we are and how vast the ocean of being.
When evening comes,
A black satin sheet is pulled over the sky with jewels sewn into the fabric of the night.
Mystery opens itself up in the darkness so we can feel the shoreline of infinity.
It is good to sense how small we are and how vast the ocean of being.
Tune your ears to the inside and listen for the ocean music.
Be hollow like the seashell to hear the ebb and flow of Aum,
Breathing the life of the universe into your soul.
Be lost in the flowing moment of no thought.
Dive into the river and let go the banks.
Watch your breathing in and out like the ocean tide.
The same energy moves both.
For one breath be still.
Nowhere to go.
Nothing to do.
For one breath be free.
Tune your ears to the inside and listen for the ocean music.
Be hollow like the seashell to hear the ebb and flow of Aum,
Breathing the life of the universe into your soul.
Be lost in the flowing moment of no thought.
Dive into the river and let go the banks.
Watch your breathing in and out like the ocean tide.
The same energy moves both.
For one breath be still.
Nowhere to go.
Nothing to do.
For one breath be free.
Be free.
For one breath be free.
