On the journey,
From mind to heart, before,
Thoughts turn tangible,
and words create the universe,
Of which we're part,
That spiritual whitematter transmitting interpreting,
Nothingness peace,
Serenity and clarity.

Peace like a river flows,
Swishes quietly cajoles.

And with time,
Skies do clear,
Through the clouds,
We fnally see, a gleam, a beam, a ray.