Mandala

It all began in sand and dreams
I was blind but there was nothing to see
It all began in prayer and praise
But there was nothing new written on the
Wall that day

It all began with fear and falling
With wings on fire I can tell that
Something's burning
I can tell something's burning
And it all began here

It all began when I followed the line
Now broken down my home that ended
With this fall to the ground now
So broken in my home is empty

With this cold inside this rage
And I am old and slaves are bought
And sold for gold and that means
Nothing to me now
That means nothing to me

In these soft places
In these stone fields
In these high places
I will heal

What may be revealed now
What may be shown
What may be spoken now
What may be known

These things once locked in silence
Now return to me
These things once locked in silence
Now return to me

Stoned and sold and left for dead
In a circle held in place in time
And if I choose to fall again
At least I know the choice is mine
At least I know this voice is mine