I took the purse | and dumped its contents upside down | I heard the clank of keys and bills | as all my stuff went tumbling to the ground

In every dark place there's a diamond | In every cavern buried treasure | In every hidden spot a secret just waiting to be shared.

Little pond, you look so shallow, | that's what others think of me, | a trickle | just a small reflection | of who they are, | a illusory projection | of who they wish | I would be.

Oh sweet ecstasy | Rapture! | Energy | captures | me in the throes | of delightful bliss;

Oh God forgive me | still I long to find you | in a soul outside myself | Someone else | to dust off my dreams | and take them off the shelf

Weave with me a tapestry | of gold and silver filagree| of bright white lines | of light and soul

Time passes in the blink of an eye | Don't hang on. | Don't tarry | Don't wonder why.

Soul searches for a space to call home | a place and time where I can rest | for just one brief moment | along my spiral path. |

Waves of love | cascade through every barricade | that I've erected, | every fortress | that's protected | the gem inside of my heart.

Eyes lit like the spark of soul | gaze and touch ... | reminders I am whole, | complete and one | in and of myself.

Oh beloved | eternal flame | of God | that sparks within my soul | I crave the kiss of energy. | Remind me I am whole.

Shrouded in mists, the chrysalis | painted with dewdrops, awaits its bliss | The caterpillar safe and warm inside | dreamt of flight just before it died.

I am spirit of the feminine | My feet are on the earth. | I am the goddess | tied to the lifeblood of the land.

I stand in the pale moonlight. | Arms outstretched, I reach for the goddess | and pluck a silver beam of light from beneath her breast.

When you see the highest mountain and you feel the need to climb | When you feel the bright blue sky above, and wish that you could fly,

Oh you're cryin' out to Spirit | Won't you please show me the way? | Guide me to the path of rightness, | tell me where to go and | what to say.

I soared. I put my arms out and faced the storm | Against my back were red rock cliffs which time had worn | and chiseled caves of black | through which my soul had passed.

Feel the energy pulsing | rhythm - grace - fluid motion | Musically convulsing | lending flight to ageless notion | of spirit - body - soul