(IN THE SHADE OF THE MUGWART)
         7/10/00

How beautiful is this dance we call life
on any scale, any where, any way
We try to exert dominion, but the grains of sand only squeeze through our fingers

Life pulsing, through veins, the ebb and flow of the tides
Existing, breathing, moving, 
What is this mystery? Our few moments in the sun
Dance any way you want, but the song is short