So many things we can’t see

We are blind to the power

That surges around us

Our eyes are open gathering four dimensions

Is that all there is

Can you see the essence of love

Or the essence of hate

The essence of loneliness or pain

In the eyes of people you pass on the street

Or is this only in the eyes of the shaman

Strange things happen in a lifetime

Close your eyes and feel the starlight

No need to look left or right

Up or down

It will find you