Running to the Light

Running round the sacred mountain The rushing stream Feel the power In everything By the water. where the air is clear Surrender everything Old hearts grow younger again They promise bring The greenest. plants are tender They're full of sap in spring Empty the places of the mind Running to the light Running to the light Those who stride too far too soon Will not hold pace Only the calm Will win the race Through the forest, the sea of mountain pine Surrender everything Only those who Greatness see in little things Worthy are the simple They're happy in their ways Self will wither out of sight Running to the light Running to the light Arise soul Soar above the singing river Go lying down Into the ground Quickened by the stream When all is said and done The race moves on Running, running