Pellucidity - Yaima

The yellow lily paints the morning dew

And the cold nights leave me with nothing to do

For the dream I’ve awakened begins with you

And the wild bird sings about dancing with the truth

This is the story about the climb

The venture that drew a simple line

Into the forest and under the rocks

Where I could sit with my deepest thought

The patterns we weave here on the earth

And a clear mind to see them for myself

The patterns we weave here on the earth

And a clear mind to see them for myself

And a clear mind