Take a back seat
put it in overdrive
autopilot...
just let go

the self-emergent path
follow
lose control

there is a spirit
a comforter
there is a spirit...

too many refrigerators
color TV's
they drone on and on
whining their need for more electricity

We're draining the planet
with our maddening thirst
search the skies
the heavens and the earth

signs are forthcoming
seven more years
till all burst

tele-communications
tele-networks
the information highway
crumbling
underneath
an Ancient Riverbed flows...

She's like a fire
that breaks out of the secret depths
of the earth
casting a luminous glow
bathing all around her
in Beauty