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
