Dancing in the wind as roses born again

There you'll find me

Before the dawn of man, in castles made of sand

There you'll find me

Writing in the caves as fire lights the way

There you'll find me

Mask of royal glow, don in pharaoh's clothes

There you'll find me

Rings of dust and ice weightless in the night

There you'll find me

Let's suppose that you were able every night
To dream any dream you wanted to dream
And you would naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams
You would fulfill all your wishes

You would have every kind of pleasure, you see
And after several nights you would say: Well that was pretty great
But now let's have a surprise, let's have a dream which isn’t under control
Well, something is going to happen to me that I don’t know what it’s gonna be
Then you would get more and more adventurous
And you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream
And finally you would dream where you are now

If you awaken from this illusion
And you understand that black implies white
Self implies other
Life implies death
You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world
Not as something here on probation
Not as something that has arrived here by fluke
But you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in
Is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.