The most beautiful moment at the beginning of time, Was the present of presence, tender and sublime. At zero the circle is both the start and the end, All words and illusions forever transcend. Born each moment, each moment is born, Not a journey to end, but an end to being old.
The Breath is new The vision is new The sound is new New is in you
Avoid all the clamour, avoid all the noise. See the silence of the moment, Hear the vision unfold.