One I
the mountain to the climber
is clearer from the meadow
sleek shiny sheet of sky
creating paradise in time space
vision of one lends its wings to us
laughing in the face of hands holding black
fear and limiting beliefs sunset
let it be
an act of worship laughter shaking canyons
let it be
the sound of great freedom sneaking through pursed lips
let it be
the touch that sparkles true shining
singing out from hearts of newness
light looking through
the mountain to the climber we are
the mountain is the clear blue meadow
stellar shifting in sky blanket
never underestimating
the power of the universe.
is clearer from the meadow
sleek shiny sheet of sky
creating paradise in time space
vision of one lends its wings to us
laughing in the face of hands holding black
fear and limiting beliefs sunset
let it be
an act of worship laughter shaking canyons
let it be
the sound of great freedom sneaking through pursed lips
let it be
the touch that sparkles true shining
singing out from hearts of newness
light looking through
the mountain to the climber we are
the mountain is the clear blue meadow
stellar shifting in sky blanket
never underestimating
the power of the universe.
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