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