The Buddha in the wood. 1994.

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,

Again.

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