The voices from the mumbling tree,
singing so familiar to me.
A sensuous ballad with the conductor’s gentle wave,
the melodies of life’s reflection in memory to save.
Matter and time holding still to remind my mind,
just as faith there is doubt to find.
The answer as journey to find out, will change the question,
some truth divides itself by infinite direction.
For I am my own Judas and St. Ludmila of Bohemia,
the sanctuary path of spiritual academia.
Between the dark and enlightenment is our story of imagination,
reasoning by cosmic laws descending in determination.
Looking patiently with the virtue of faith,
lights of recognition in presence of haze.