Lost Song

Somewhere, at some time, someone

Will discover this lost song, and be as one—

As one as the song, and one as the one 

Who sings it. Let fade Time’s protean decree.
Here, we exist in eternity. Let this be the sieve

That carries the gold from the river,

The endless sunrise that stirs you

From your troubled slumber.

Let your awakening be a perfect reconciliation,

Your every gesture, an act of faith.

The air breathes into your lungs its aromatic breath,

And you breathe into the song. The song, in turn,

Breathes into your soul, and the souls

Of all who hear it. And within your soul

There is a promise being kept, an eternal embrace

Between the infinite aspects of your being,

A tender kiss between all that you know

And all that you are now learning, a Truth

That makes you tremble, that makes you weep.

Keep reading. Soon this song will not be lost,

And both of us—you who read and I who write—

Will find what it is that we seek.