The mind may one day make way

We won’t be left with an empty archway

Where once stood a mighty cloud

Will be turned full and heavy, it's avowed

Eyes will look up, transfixed

At peace descending in our midst

The spout will be within reach

If we hold on, there’s much it can teach

Without a cloudy vision, we finally see

The magnanimity of life, and its silent plea

Go anywhere, but don’t look away

Awareness won’t lead anyone astray

The body has always been the door

Unless it's opened, we never reach the core

The mind must first give up its storeroom

We may be chosen, to become creativity’s womb