We walk a narrow, straight-line track. We think there is no turning back. The sea horizon lies to eyes. It masks the curve of grand designs. In open space, all forces bend. No line is straight from start to end. Life is an arc inside a sphere. Our desires survive the mortal year. We plant a seed in mind and heart. It waits to bloom, it plays its part. Unfulfilled within one life, It turns beyond the current strife. Hunger and fulfillment spin! The cosmic wheels of time begin! We crave the feast until it burns, Then for the opposite, heart turns. Up the spiral path we climb, Above decay, above all time! The soul grows full on wealth and power. Till luxury turns cold and sour. The sated heart retreats in pain, Sick of the crown, sick of the gain. Inside the void where riches rust, A newborn hunger leaves the dust. A thirst for peace, a prayer for light, Steps far beyond the heavy night. We plant a seed in mind and heart. It waits to bloom, it plays its part. Unfulfilled within one life, It turns beyond the current strife. Hunger and fulfillment spin! The cosmic wheels of time begin! We crave the feast until it burns, Then for the opposite, heart turns. Up the spiral path we climb, Above decay, above all time! Engine of our restless will! The heart is waiting to refill. No yearning dies without return. Each spark of hope is set to burn. Gray hair is not the end of day. It is a step along the way. We rise above from tier to tier. The primal eye becomes a seer. Hunger and fulfillment spin! The cosmic wheels of time begin! We crave the feast until it burns, Then for the opposite, heart turns. Up the spiral path we climb, Above decay, above all time! From empty hands to full again, Beyond the reach of mortal pain. No wish is lost, no soul confined, Inside the universal mind.
