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Sacred is the path we walk

Dressed in satin and

Selling herbs and spices,

With our pineal gland engaged

We see the synchronicity,

We sense the conscious reality,

Sacred is the life we live

To the chime of a gong,

And to the beat of a drum

We let loose out mantra hum,

We feel nature flowing through our chakra’s

As we travel on and on,

Like a nomad on a journey

In search of our spiritual home,

Our path is a path that we must travel alone

But I will carry you with me in my heart,

No matter how far and wide I roam,

Now leave me, for it’s not easy

For its a sojourn of isolation and of solitude,

But I will meet you on the other side

And we will rejoice in the daytime,

And pray and meditate through the nights,

As we rest under the Bodhi tree

After our travels that set our souls free,

And Living eternally in peace.