IMBAS
In a beam of moonlight
In a reflection of a prism of a raindrop
Can you feel the past, present, and future all intertwined?
Like lace or a spider's web
So intricate that you wonder at the meaning.
In your heart , your soul do you feel a sensation coming over you?
An overwhelming energy that is beyond yourself
And you speak as the oracle and you feel so insignificant
And wonder will anyone believe?
Do you listen to the wind in the leaves and the sun touch your body
And think what language have I lost?
Do you question, do you tire of people not believing?
Or do you just deliver the message and then smile and say it is their path to choose
And let them find their own way out of the mists