Paths and Planes and Future Gains*

Silver trumpets call
Herald shining armour
Armour so bright
That the blind will fall

Standing face to face
Eye to eye with no one
Falling sometimes
Never letting go

And the awesome foe
Waits in darkened corners
Fearing all light
Fearing sacred sight

Shining chariots
Bearing sacred souls
Ride the surface
Of the deepest holes

Calling on my forces
Witnessing the source
Stand and face the moment
Waiting on its course
Standing on the mountain
Valley all in cloud

See another mountain
Calling from the shroud
Paths that wander nowhere
Wasting precious time
Witnessing the forces
Calling on the source

Reaching out for something
Knowing that it's there
I face the precious moments
Holding if I dare
Standing on the mountain
Valley all in cloud
See another mountain
Calling from the shroud