THROUGH THE EYES OF AN ANGEL
moonlight streaming through this
temple door
i’m seeing myself like i never did
before
seeing myself through the eyes of an
angel
twilight on the mighty ganga
wood smoke in the air
somewhere in the distance
i could hear the gayatri mantra
and i know love is the only prayer
through the eyes of an angel
through the eyes of the blessed one
through the eyes of an angel
here i stand naked in the morning sun
blessing the earth i stand upon
watching the holy [bad [bad word] the things i left undone and i fly….
there’s a pilgrim beneath the
ancient banyan tree
is that somebody else or is it me?
somebody living the mystery
we’re all living the mystery…
through the eyes of an angel
through the eyes of the blessed one
here we stand naked in the
morning sun
watching the holy [bad word] blessing
the earth we stand upon and i turn
and face the man i have [bad word] and i fly….
(Miten)