What is it to be in sync?What is it to really think?To guide the beast and best of our human natureTo a place where the tail doesn't wag the dog.To the space where heart is heard And the master is seen as clearly as the glacierOn a high blue Himalayan day.Where heart is heard and felt.Maybe the words are reserved til the glacier meltsArctic streams flow ever fasterCleansing the planet of humans in a natural disaster.I asked her, dear Gaia, can we ever live in harmony?Sensing my despair and careShe sent a rain to drown the painBut she did not answer.
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