Where tears and joy cross roads,
And mystery collides with truth,
Life occurs in harmony,
Contrasts in common root.
In a café rests a good book,
Before it sits a mother and child,
Radio sounds and caffeine in my mind,
Signs that life is a mix of the wild.
Clouds caress the burning sun,
Shielding an Earth coming alive,
As we find straight roads in chaos,
To the way of love we strive.
For the wonderful images of life,
The eyes must be closed to see,
As heart perceives through illusion,
What always was and is to be.
For a song is best heard in silence,
When sounds are perceived loud and true,
Take time to embrace the serene,
And you will always know what to do.