Demiurge

Walking through redwoods, ancient trees
Smelling flowers, circling bees
Closing of day, magical light
Ah-ooom Demiurge

Plotinus, Lao Tzu, Saint John of the Cross
Nothing is spoken, nothing is lost
Just to do nothing, there isn't a cost
Ah-ooom Demiurge

Holy dirge; Demiurge
Mystical surge, Demiurge

Fragmented pieces form parts of the whole
Somehow you're never reaching the goal
Time to let go of illusions you sow
Ah-ooom Demiurge



Credits
Writer(s): John Gibson Verkuil
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