I dance between worlds
They aren't there. . .
Reach up to the blue sky;
It disappears into a sea of light. . .
The world forms. . .
Clay into cities, dust into men
Pillars rise and fall
The weak perish, the strong triumph;
People live and die. . .
We must break the circle!
Run!
Run to the fields of lilac and honey
Taste the sweet clouds in the sky
Feel the blinding Sun as it shines freely and strong
Dive into the cool waters of the flowing stream
Roll in the tall stalks of gold
Remember dreams everlasting, songs always sung
Discover what it is like to be happy. . .
I am not dancing; I am finding the soul of the Earth.
