Open Your Eyes, For This World Is

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

With Every Breath, I Plant The Seeds Of Devotion, I Am A Farmer Of The Heart.

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.