Puffy clouds and soft winds from afar
wave me in saying this is who you are.

There is space I’m told for the bold
Let it lull me slowly into a conscious state
Body disappears and nothing is too late

Powder from a distant star
travel with soft winds from afar.
Creation spread from mind to hands
askin can you believe that it stands.

Behind a barrier of activity
behind the veil of mystery.
Behind the master fear
behind the need to be near.
Creation plays with it fingers
sensation decides to lingers