Two Men Now
John Fiddler
I threw my hexagram heaven o'er the well
Effect a change, who has time to tell
Who was made and who made who was new?
Deep from the sky, the water is beautiful
Reflect my soul, bright light shining
Heaven has its place, mountain fire burning
It knows no bounds, becomes no sign
Is risen from the ground
Apparition, who am I in flesh?
Two men now make no spectral guess
Be anew, see that we are me
I am two men now but one will always be
Apparition, who am I in flesh?
Two men now make no spectral guess
Be anew, see that we are me
I am two men now but one will always be