THE OVERGROWN PATH

Where consciousness grows
On an overgrown path
The white lotus blooms
From the wounds of the past

I stand between worlds
I've never committed
When my feet touch the ground
It's the sky that I speak of

I've searched for conviction
Where the gospels were written
But when my wings touch the sky
It's the ground that I speak of

The heavens cry out
To an earth lost in mourning
The shadows they cast
Stand here before me

In the flames of the future
It is love that is written
On an overgrown path
The light grows before me.