Alethea told me that she saw them
the fairies playing in the oak
but she didn't tell her mother
for she'd think it was a joke

But I believed her story
for I remember as a child
the hours spent up in my tree
and the memories I compiled

All the magic things that happened
as I swayed there in the breeze
and that feeling of euphoria
I had when I climbed trees

Sometimes the magpies joined me
just to warble in the shade
and I'm sure I understood them
as I hid there in the glade

Sometime soon,
my great boon
would to find the planet where I was born
I'll know by feel more than sight
the gravity will be light.

The days are thirty six hours long
and the nights eighteen
it's where I truly belong
it's where I should have been

Most folk are civilised and know
that such ideas are unbecoming
yet they do not really show
how hard it is to get up each morning

MUST God actually exist
in his heaven far above
in order that mankind
can show each other love?

And must we build with sticks and stones
places to go and talk with him
bathed in shifting stained glass light
or at night before some altar, dim?

Why must he even have a name
and be worshiped by adoring crowd
which speak his words in unison
beseeching his favor out loud?

Bold of spirit, true of heart,
strength of mind, a place to start.
Striving onwards, look not back,
gaining always what you lack.
Forage in an empty room,
return again to mother's womb.
Searching in an open field,
finding more than life can yield.
Remembering only surface knowledge,
digging deeper, finding courage.
Worry not, for in your hands,
lies the power to understand.
Come to the plane of the knowing,
be engulfed by the sphere of truth.
Keep your free spirit a flowing,