I want to be where the music comes from, Where the clock stops, where it’s now. I want to be with the friends around me, Who have found me, who show me how. I want to sing to the early morning, See the sunlight melt the snow. And oh, I want to grow.
I want to wake to the living spirit Here inside me where it lies. I want to listen till I can hear it, Let it guide me, and realize That I can go with the flow unending, That is blending, that is real, And oh, I want to feel.
I want to walk in the earthly garden, Far from cities, far from fear. I want to talk to the growing garden, To the devas, to the deer, And to be one with the river flowing, Breezes blowing, sky above, And oh, I want love.