Step inside a childs painting, colours wild and free
A day so clear with nothing to cloud his momentary feeling of glee.
Self conscious now he steps outside, the starkness of realty now seen
He finds himself apart from things as the silence slowly creeps in.
Alarmed by his sudden insignificance, the armour of the "I" begins,
The construction and desperate assertion of seperate identity to win.

A thick misty haze clouds his vision of the garden he'd once seen,
The ONE, the absolute and infinite existence, innate in ALL things.
Blind he walks, alarmed by the vast significance of creation,
Needing to justify his existence, rises the ego of the unawakened.
His armour grows heavy of the "I" he's been accustomed to maintain
The tiredness, the lonliness, the fear of being beaten at his own game.

He seeks his purpose, his meaning, his beautiful Eden Oasis
Many paths he has trod through the wilderness mists and hazes.
He's searched far and wide, material weight heavy on his back,
But to no avail, lonliness, seperateness, somewhere he has gone off track.
For man must obey his own law for the meaningful life to be found,
In the beating of his heart, inwards, the true treasure abounds.

From the seat where Love springs, the labyrinth winds within,
To the garden, the Eden in that magical painting, the home of all things.
The One true nature of our infinite existence in every sight smell and sound,
The unification of the inner and outer, the beginning and end of Loves round.
Home he now wanders, as the vision of his adventure unfolds
The freshness, the freedom, the pure exhiliration, of finding his INNER GOLD.

Composed by Karen P Mason 2007
Copyright to Karen P Mason