Boughs of Willow
The boughs of willow tree
Meaning of life is answered in their majesty
They are like self connected destiny
That raises the essence of soul with mesmerizing efficiency
The swamp looks like inside of the mind
But in it bizarre and wonders life forms are found
Eye of soul opens door of heavenly glory to which once it was blind
Now with no resistance to flow of chi the mind is defined
One with everything
From answer whispered in the wind to melody bird would sing
But logic triumphs because healthy must be one that this ballad will sing
The logic flows without limits spiritual feast fit for a king
Beyond continuum the soul is great
Not subordinate of fate
Now with spirit as its base it can really throw its weight
As visit from divine it will await
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