Now I am in the centre of the spring
now here do I see the real measure
long coveted oasis for long present
the field watered with water pure
where I shall plant my monument
decorated in the blue and astral gold
of rounds in dancing motion
swirling rhythms fall and rise and rise again
sweet the notes of this score
many are the lines of his staff
imagine me here in deep infinity
graceful flight away from that drama
the eternal heartbeat and nothing
pushes me through the gate – there I can see the source.

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