[female
vocals] (
Soft
sitar
melody
fades
in
with
steady,
rhythmic
tabla
percussion)
I
walk
through
gardens
where
the
silence
breathes,
A
quiet
witness
to
the
leaves
that
turn.
I
seek
the
water
where
the
spirit
leaves,
The
ancient
lessons
that
we
never
learn.
I
hold
the
mirror
to
the
open
sky,
Where
colors
fade
into
a
pale
retreat.
I
let
the
phantom
of
my
shadow
fly,
To
find
the
rhythm
in
a
steady
beat.
Oh,
let
the
nectar
of
the
truth
descend,
Like
golden
rain
upon
the
thirsty
ground.
I
am
the
seeker
and
I
am
the
friend,
Lost
in
the
quiet
where
the
peace
is
found.
Sarbat
of
kindness
in
a
crystal
glass,
I
offer
grace
to
every
soul
I
see.
Watching
the
seasons
and
the
ages
pass,
Waiting
for
morning
just
to
set
me
free.
I
hear
the
humming
of
the
distant
crowd,
A
hum
of
questions
that
they
dare
not
ask.
I
speak
the
melody,
not
long
or
loud,
Beyond
the
weight
of
every
heavy
mask.
There
is
a
nectar
in
the
common
vein,
A
sweetness
hidden
in
the
daily
toil.
I
walk
the
valley
through
the
silver
rain,
To
touch
the
heart
of
all
this
sacred
soil.
Oh,
let
the
nectar
of
the
truth
descend,
Like
golden
rain
upon
the
thirsty
ground.
I
am
the
seeker
and
I
am
the
friend,
Lost
in
the
quiet
where
the
peace
is
found.
Sarbat
of
kindness
in
a
crystal
glass,
I
offer
grace
to
every
soul
I
see.
Watching
the
seasons
and
the
ages
pass,
Waiting
for
morning
just
to
set
me
free.
It’
s
not
for
glory
or
the
hollow
light,
It’
s
for
the
spirit
that
remains
unseen.
To
keep
the
balance
in
the
dark
of
night,
And
hold
the
spaces
that
are
in
between.
So
let
me
wander
with
an
open
hand,
To
share
the
sweetness
that
I’
ve
come
to
know.
Across
the
borders
of
this
shifting
sand,
Watching
the
seeds
of
inner
vision
grow.
I
am
the
witness
to
the
gentle
art,
Of
keeping
steady
when
the
world
is
wide.
Deep
in
the
chambers
of
a
quiet
heart,
With
nothing
left
to
fear
and
naught
to
hide.
Oh,
let
the
nectar
of
the
truth
descend,
Like
golden
rain
upon
the
thirsty
ground.
I
am
the
seeker
and
I
am
the
friend,
Lost
in
the
quiet
where
the
peace
is
found.
Sarbat
of
kindness
in
a
crystal
glass,
I
offer
grace
to
every
soul
I
see.
Watching
the
seasons
and
the
ages
pass,
Waiting
for
morning
just
to
set
me
free. (
Sitar
solo
fades
into
soft
percussion)
Just
to
set
me
free.
In
the
silence
of
the
dawn.
Peace
is
found. (
Music
fades
out)