Lyrics

Mountains and galaxies . . .
families and histories . . .
appear as the flickerings
on a pure white screen.

The sequence of time and place
melting my inward space,
and all of the human race
breathes in my breath.
There seems to be motion,
yet motion is still.
The ocean is silent,
and yet there?s a thrill.

There seems to be fullness,
yet nothing to fill.
The soul like a child who is learning to see
looks to the teacher
and asks quietly:
is this the shore of the infinite sea?
Tell me, is this the shore of the infinite sea?

Here you stand smiling and gently reveal:
yes, this is the essence of all that is real.
Oh yes, this is the essence of all that is real.

What can I say to you,
offer some gift to you,
how to give thanks to you
for leading me home?

You can give thanks to me,
offer this gift to me.
Listen carefully to what I ask:

Spread your infinity to all humanity,
and take all their hands for me,
and lead them all home.
You must lead them all home.
Lead them all home.