“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.”
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!