What is it to be in sync? What is it to really think? To guide the beast and best of our human nature To a place where the tail doesn't wag the dog. To the space where heart is heard And the master is seen as clearly as the glacier On a high blue Himalayan day. Where heart is heard and felt. Maybe the words are reserved til the glacier melts Arctic streams flow ever faster Cleansing the planet of humans in a natural disaster. I asked her, dear Gaia, can we ever live in harmony? Sensing my despair and care She sent a rain to drown the pain But she did not answer.