Within the ghosts of tomorrow
and the needles of today
without the shadows of yesterday
and the confinement inbetween

Apart from the timing of dreams
and the loss of what should stay
away from the solitude of tears
and the meaning of the sun's rays and moon's face

unlocked in the sleep
and found in the seas'n's
trampled in the shelter
and cut off from the banter

Gilded in the memory
and smote in what's free
killed in the autumn leaves
and taken away in the harvesting

Tred upon in the tiger's den
and lighten upon in the lion's mane
shaken from the prevelance
and sifted in the rain

You will find all these
given rest
as it is given to the weary

Between the lines of reason
there is euphoria
beyond the kinds of dealings

There is sweet comprehension
a witnessing of beauty

There is a reception of gladness
and a joy worth minding

In the spider's web of the mind
there is a gift wrapped up for everyone
a path that will lead to greatness
along with the humility to cover up the dampness

But when the mind enters into His rest
there is found a heart that is above any contest
This is the conquest of the few
and the prize worth more than any attitude