Vestige of night still clinging, I close the door and head
Into a verdant landscape, of wilderness and stone
And I am lost and found and gone, to a realm of utter lone
There is no past or future, I’ve neither pain nor joy
Regrets nor anticipation, But just a presence – I
Family and friends they fade from view, lost in the moment is what I do
A gentle accepting spirit settles over me.
Filled with an overwhelming joy, the world unfolds before my eye
The majesty of planetary orbitation and my –
Place in the scheme of things.