running round the sacred mountain

the rushing stream

feel the power

in everything

by the water. where the air is clear

surrender everything

old hearts grow younger again

they promise bring

the greenest. plants are tender

they're full of sap in spring

empty the places of the mind

running to the light

running to the light

those who stride too far too soon

will not hold pace

only the calm

will win the race

through the forest, the sea of mountain pine

surrender everything

only those who

greatness see in little things

worthy are the simple

they're happy in their ways

self will wither out of sight

running to the light

running to the light

arise soul

soar above the singing river

go lying down

into the ground

quickened by the stream

when all is said and done

the race moves on

running, running