Thousands miles before I walk,
Between the paddy fields….
Thousand miles before I see,
The serene flowing river…
Thousands miles before I witness,
The orange hue of the morning light…
I feel and I just feel.
Upon the hill, I stood
And saw the deep green valley.
Upon the shore, I stood
And saw the roaring oceans.
Upon the deck, I stood
And saw the flowing river.
I’m losing the roots
Or an anchor I suppose!
Oh where is my wand?
To cast the ‘magic spell’ all over??
I lost my way
Or a destination I suppose!
I need the winds,
But where is my boat, to sail away?
I need my lamp,
The twinkling one…
I need my holy beads
To chant along…
I need my force, my inner voice…
But the only thing I need is ‘I CAN’
