Mountains may be lofty and high,
But valleys carry the waters of the sky,
And as we bless the grandeur we perceive,
We fail acknowledgment of the blessing at our feet,
For were we to ponder upon the mysterious valleys so meek,
Our wisdom would only curse us and weep,
And as humanity blesses the mountains it perceives,
It breeds none other than superstition and greed,
Frustration transforms to turmoil
as we construct illusional patterns of power, honour and fame,
Neglecting to harmonize perfection by name,
For who else but the `illumined' hold the keys to our blame?
"That" whispers an angel "was the prophecy of them that once came."
So as we tremble in guilt and quench our thirst from the valley of man-made lies,
A touch of inspiration quickens us as we receive once again the waters of the sky... |
