I stumble on poets whom I’ve not before read br With visions of mountains to climb in my head br Old mysteries to learn buried deep in my heart br Viewed from a mind we’re a long way apart br But the mystery unfolds in a patchwork of art br Eastern light shines in the rhythms of men br Who seemingly travell and come back yet again br They say that it’s true there’s not far to go br If you travel light and forget all that you know br It’s a patchwork of heaven sewn through the ages br Sung by the poets and sat on by Sages br It’s a mystery of words with meanings revealed br When the tongue is silent the ears are healed, br In amazement in wonder the silence is bliss, br As thoughts turn to rainbows the Self sends a kiss.