EYE OF THE NEEDLE

Silken rivers ran

In silver white streams

Slender ribbons fjording

The flower-fired banks

Truth stands beside them

Clothed in robe of revealing light

But fear drags

At their hungry eyes

And their heads are turned away

Mournful, tragic figures

Gazing into emptiness

Silken rivers

In silver white streams

Slender ribbons fjording

The flower-fired banks

Safari into the Soul Country