Close your eyes, sense what you see
A glimpse of unending reality.

Feel the space in your vast mind
Travel deep, sense what you find.

In your heart there is a key
To open a world of mystery.

Man is not always on top of his lot
Yet his reason can unlock the plot.

Birds are free, birds can fly
They can not reason and ask why.

In your mirror of your mind reflected
There is a whole creation much respected.

A place where love springs into living
And streams it's power to generous giving.

Love is gentle, love is kind
Love is the medicine of a troublesome mind.

This dormant emotion, fan into a flame
Stir up this ecstasy of spiritual fame.

Written by Henriette, (2004)