In a swirl of incense and sound It begins Softly we move toward the music As smoke moves so do we Pouring over waves of electric language Sweeping across the face, the hair, the veins And in we slip Here we go Speeding through the blood Nothing stops us Nothing slows us down Nothing is hidden Explosions of ecstasy colour the field of vision Rage throws its fists into a blind fury Sorrow breaks us to bits and we are awash in a fountainhead of tears Then blissful peace falls upon us Rays of soft light sparkle and dance gently at first Then whirl us up in the air to the could heights We tuck our wings and dive madly Spinning fast into a kaleidoscope And entering the sea as a wild shot We swim and twist with dolphins We sing with whales We open our eyes And the playing mystic smiles As his fingers bring us home
The Playing Mystic
In a swirl of incense and sound
It begins
Softly we move toward the music
As smoke moves so do we
Pouring over waves of electric language
Sweeping across the face, the hair, the veins
And in we slip
Here we go
Speeding through the blood
Nothing stops us
Nothing slows us down
Nothing is hidden
Explosions of ecstasy colour the field of vision
Rage throws its fists into a blind fury
Sorrow breaks us to bits and we are awash in a fountainhead of tears
Then blissful peace falls upon us
Rays of soft light sparkle and dance gently at first
Then whirl us up in the air to the could heights
We tuck our wings and dive madly
Spinning fast into a kaleidoscope
And entering the sea as a wild shot
We swim and twist with dolphins
We sing with whales
We open our eyes
And the playing mystic smiles
As his fingers bring us home