we sit by side on stone
look up into the sky
when all the colors blend to nightly stary delight
the frogs go on their musical throne

play thier one note tombone's into the night
as the other's lay down to rest
the others to wake and creep
bats glide bye of threads of string

dark bird flys overgead
moon rise's beneath the hill
the waters movement in silent tranquil..
a man stood behind us that night
did a spitual dance

below the cast iron lamp
figure was tranced in all black
as he gracefully moved his hands and feet
to the west and to the east.
to some great inner beat acted a thou to pick a leaf
moved his hands in such a way

that one thought he felt the earth's wave's
in all it's vibrant choas and disorder
 that every night he puts in order
come's in the morning to re-discover

that all his work had been undone
by some great magical hand
behind some mad wise brilliant sun
so he come's here every day and night

without vain or with plight
to pray to all that is living
the grand illusion we are living
that we are all holy
living in this holy place....