The sun shines, the clock moves, The rooster in the morning dew– Its inspiration coming thru’. Our forebears sing to us on high, In lofty mountains, genius lies; A muse’s song to open minds. Wise Masters! beyond control, Flashing visions within my soul– A Luminous beauty to behold! You extend your arms to me; Through rollings rivers and open sea; Within your darkness, my light is freed. So unto you, I sing my praise, I long to join you on the moon, I reach for you in every way… And always find you, late and soon. You who are my greatest muse!