Blow, o wind, across the land,
And toss the leaves on trees,
And cause the huge waves to rise,
In the blue stormy seas…

Blowing ‘cross the ship’s high deck,
Let your fresh breath cool my neck;
Let my spirits with yours rise,
To meet the clouds in the skies.

Everyone has a shadow;
You know what I’m talking about?
They’re not the ones that follow
Us where’er we go – in and out.

Shadows no one wants to know;
Denying them ev’n to ourselves.
In us they fester and grow,
Hidden deep where we fear to delve.

We blame the poor old devil
For the bad things we want to do.
Where we recognise evil,
We look for a scapegoat…guess who?

Shadows to haunt us by night;
In each of us a Mr. Hyde!
Dreams of demons we can’t fight;
Within each of us they reside.

We must face our weaker side;
Master the animal within!
We ourselves have to decide
If our better selves are to win.

Death to life, life to death, it comes unsought;
We view each death with such fear;
Many deaths had we passed thro’, knowing not
Our eternity is here.

As in each life we try to do our best;
Each star to do its true will;
But in reality who can digest
Truth? It is a bitter pill.

It’s easy to think of a Redeemer
Who came to save one and all;
Individuals need not lift a finger;
It must be against the Law!

Each man in his heart must be his own Christ;
Each divine spark runs its course;
Seeking above life, above death, to rise
According to cosmic laws.

Do not weep for me when I am dead
The stars will still be shining o’erhead.
I shall be free from life’s mundane chores
I shall not be bound by earthly laws.

Free as the wind to go where I please
In physical death life does not cease.
I shall watch you for a little while
To see your tears replaced by a smile.

Death comes to each of us soon or late
Our spirits pass thro’ another gate.
Each of us came to fulfil a task
Sunrises at dawn, sunsets at dusk.

The rivers will still be flowing by
The oceans will still meet the blue sky.
All things for you will be as before
I will just grow old and be a bore.

Best to go when I am at my peak
Not to wait till I am wan and weak.
Best to leave while there is still applause
Not wait for the ebbing of my course.

Humans are fickle, changing at will
Only the spirit is always still.
So free from this life I seek to be
To loved ones I say, “Weep not for me”.

From one source we came
To one source depart
Every burning flame
Of Nature a part.

Each in his own way
Strives towards a goal
Hoping that he’ll play
Perfectly his role.

Life is illusion
Man should stop to think
Within creation
He is just a link.

“God” is just a force
Without form or name
That’s the Great Light Source
From which all life came.

How often we harken to the common voice
We want to be counted as one of the boys
It is a case of the blind leading the blind
As out of a maze our way we try to find.

We fear to be considered the odd one out
Our views differ, conventions we dare not flout
Why do we always have to follow the crowd
And be afraid to voice our ideas aloud?

No longer dumb driven cattle do we need
In each of us Truth is like a tiny seed
Truth is there even if no one takes its side
All it takes is one lone voice to change the tide.

Sometime, somewhere, someone has to take the lead
Fearless of foes, to accomplish a great deed
Fear not to stand up for what you know is true
Truth must conquer, even if it breaks the rule.

Close our eyes; sleep…dream…know what is in store,
As we pass in death out of this life’s door;
Just know that all our sorrows are no more;
Lay down all burdens, ev’n the clothes we wore.

Out there, to which this life is but a dream;
In that waking, we forget all our cares;
Blissful peace and ecstasy rule supreme;
Sadness, fear and worries are past affairs.

Inhibitions gone, there’s no tomorrow…
A child just thinks of the immediate “now”;
The future is not for us to borrow;
A fresh start: Every slate is white as snow.

A child, at last, in Never-Never Land…
Joy in an ancient tireless timelessness;
Following the footsteps of the God Pan;
A child to stay – forever and ageless.