What is this world, this life, these hands?
The purpose in passion and plans
The wonder we see in the stars
The beauty behind all the scars

What is the answer to all that is sought?
The space beyond feeling and thought
The rush, the push, the pull
The wise, initiate, fool

From Dante to Gogh to Gibran
To Mary to Shiva to Pan
In us these beings exist
The gifts we take or resist
The answers we find or refute
The clues we distill or dilute

What is the truth, the one, the light?
The morning, the evening, the night
Wild, unbridled and free
This soul vibrating in me
This soul vibrating in me