Blooming bliss, lead me on Through the road I walk upon Silk grass brushing my hand Breathing earth, I understand Scents arise, they twist, they spin Smoke rolls soft beneath my skin Mind goes quiet, lays it down Finds the stillness, settles sound Step by step, I feel the beat Life's own drum under my feet Open eyes, now let me see More than what appears to be Wooden gate, tall shadows fall Ancient trees around it all Fire waits behind the wall Warm and wide, enough for all Same wood, from field to door Inside, outside, nothing more Child meets what has no name Learns the truth, without the fame Truth lives low, truth lives plain Smallest house, no gold, no gain Truth lives here, truth lives now Simplest door, this is how