Laughter's echoes with the blatant wind
I have passed the threshold deep within me
A voice of thunder said turn back
Tabernacle is forbidden
No mortal dares to enter here
I want to know
Flame is burning center of a fountain yearning, waters
Spring eternal, spiritual water physical fire
Above center is sky, cold neverness
Just vastness filled with stars upon stars
In the four corners of life are the golden mirrors
Reflecting what you are and what you are to be
In the first is a young boy white dove in