White Feather

I saw a white feather floating In an ocean of freshwater suns It seemed to lack all the fear and the loathing That torments us, the mortal ones It was sailing away from it's origin The wing of a weary old swan Heading to merge with all again Straight into a pink little cloud, in the dawn Then a late winter breeze starts whispering Invites the swan, come dance with me a waltz Instead a thousand feathers are throw in Into the air and surrounds me, a mortal one I seek to grasp to see to understand What lies beyond this swan, this mind, this man I look so deep and the deeper I go The less I fear the truth I feel I know Now a thousand feathers are floating In an ocean of freshwater suns Scattered by the waves and thus wielding Individual pathways into the divine See how they ease in their existence A wave's a path not a mountain to climb Perhaps now I see what we're missing That nothing real ever dies I seek to grasp to see to understand What lies beyond this swan, this mind, this man I look so deep and the deeper I go The less I fear the truth I feel I know