O’er streams and land my heart has flown.
Just to find the place called home.
When meat is stripped to nothing but bones.
What’s left, O learned one but The Shadow Lone.
The eyes e’er so short doth see.
Only within the limits of the mind.
Mind not that the mind sees naught.
But what the senses artistically paints.
A flame in the darkness doth shine.
A claim on the invisible, on what’s mine.
Shame on those who tried to pilfer what’s rightfully thine.
Justice shall rightfully their plea decline.
Put your feet down and stake your claim.
The joy you feel is not a thing of shame.
Your journey though long here wanes.
On this path will you be ever glad you came.
“I’m home” sang the parrot to the bees.
Who inhabit the river surrounded trees.
This i choose, this i want.
This is home, the past now is burnt