From the recording Critical Mass
As I was travelling on the wind, searching for Love. I saw a garden and I followed the dove! There You were, my Beloved for sure and the sweet scent of roses and lilies confirmed it. The truth or Your Love, I knew You would always be there, I could smell the ocean in the waves of Your hair!
*She said, “come, come oh traveller of the wind and lighten your load, come come o traveller of the wind and rest your weary soul!”
Like the bird loves the wind, like the traveller loves the trail, let the inner journey begin and lead me from this jail! In prisoned to wander, always looking outside seeking pleasure externally, too much momentum to subside!
*She said “come come o traveller of the wind and lighten your load, come come o traveller of the wind and rest your weary soul!”
At the feet of my Beloved, in the company of Saints, I’ll lay down my weary bones and release my pain! O, traveller of the wind am I, I shall lay down my sword and bow down before You and server Thee my Lord!
I’m intoxicated, drunk on the Divine! Every day I have a chance to drink from Your Holy wine! My only prayer is to lay my head at Your lotus feet! My only prayer is to spend one moment with Thee!
*She said “come come o traveller of the wind and I’ll take you Home!”