It's not far away, it's not far at all The mountainsides we dreamt of-- A kind of invitation, so pure and divine. For fate was on our side Together we walk as one On the beckoning mountains Filled with lush full of green love. We feel the warmth of the foothills As we want to climb the lap of the beloved mother We free our head, so calm and quiet Under the sacred fig tree, shaded and dusky With all honesty, we take a deep breath, in and out. Far from home, we walk on the wild side With careful heart to ease our mind. Along the long and winding roads, We hear the birds singing On the mossy banks of a wandering stream, rippling even burbling. And see wildflowers appealing butterflies, lively and vibrant. As we dive into the forest, where colors came to life We come to comprehend mindfully that Time is all we have and the life is now. With fire in our bones, we sit on the top of an ancient mountain, From where the valley seems lost with the cloud of its own. We feel at home in th...