Soft winds blowing My old breezes Whisper to my mind Eating food from gentle spirits Filling up my soul Looking at my body sleeping It's different than I am Caught within this world of illusions It thanks it understands Ever learning, never knowing Just what lies inside Using words to understand Things that can't be said Now and then, when I transcend And see things with my eyes Always reaching, ever grasping Truth, as it goes by I see mountains, beautiful mountains The mountains of my mind I have never been a climber But this time I'll climb.