The heart beat of the land is here.
Strong and slow in ancient turning.
Pulling me in my way yearning
For a place to feel the OM,
Find the strength to carry on,
Move this body ’til I feel strong.
The Buddha in the wood
Told me as I stood.
“Remember the small things that gave you joy.
They really have not gone away.
They are there, you just must find a way
To free your mind,