The grand illusion of this life
Is that things
That seem so solid
Are actually flowing
On a never-ending journey
That takes us where we’re going.
The gentle voice
That guides us now
Was once so silent
That it seemed not to be.
But as we flowed
Through tranquil glades
We saw
It’s calming presence.
Now in the stillness
It’s voice is clear
Telling us that
Like it
We’re always here.