Soul in Stillness.

When my head is flared with white hair like the misty dawn of a rainy night, 

then, 

by Grace, 

I'll have tasted the sweet nectar of life. 

When the bitterness of hearts is withered away at the hands filled with tender love, 

then,

by Power, 

separation will incur. 

Separation from the illusory, deceptive, misleading falsehoods and concepts. 

They say time is money, but it doesn't cost money to joke and laugh. 

It's a mystery how we follow ancestry ways. 

In any case, 

what goes around comes back around. 

By the rivers of Babylon,

where we sat down,

sweet fragrances of flowers in meadows covered with shade bequeathed our humble presence.

Gardens filled with perpetuity. 

By these rivers, 

we saw Mountains raised to dust and Ant hills to Mighty thrones.