Up the Mountain

I went up the holy mountain, I stood right at the top

I wished to clear my mind about the truth

The clouds, they were a floating, the wind, it was howling

Then it stopped and it began to talk to me

You’re a fool, forever running

Chasing what can never be

Just go wandering with the spirit

You will know what means to be

I walked through a grassy meadow on a sunny day in Spring

Mind and heart were debating about love

On a tree there sat a sparrow, seemed to be in pensive mood

Then he turned and it began to sing to me

You cannot think about your feelings

Because your feelings you can’t control

Let your heart be free and true

And then love will come to you

To the beach I went one evening, walking slowly on wet sand

My mind was speculating about time

The waves they kept on rolling with no sense of night or day

They came close and they whispered onto me

Time is just a cosmic circle

Some are dying and some born new

You can fret and you can holler

There is nothing you can do

I trekked through an old forest where the trees reached to the sky

Asking whether there was meaning to my life

In the breeze the fronds were dancing, whispering words I couldn’t fathom

Then a branch bent down and softly said to me

Life is nothing but a gamble 

Where the odds you can’t foresee

You are asked to roll the dice

As you imagine to be free