Turn the page and you will find
The emptiness you've been searching for:
A blank page now waits for you.
Though you yearn for what's not there,
Each word you write is so full of life
You'll never turn the page again.
The sun will spin and the moon will weave
Itself into the mystery of the night
Where now you find yourself
As you truly are, not there at all.
Let the land flourish and be whole,
Let the thunder call you home.