A Sage, I meet upon this hill,
We sit above the clouds.
We pray beneath an ancient fig
And sing with heavenly crowds.
And we are warmed by the Sun above,
We’re held by Earth below,
We hope to ne’er descend the depths,
We seek to, wisdom, know.
I turn to ask a question of this
Sage within my heart,
To only then see that the sage within me
Had at last made attempt to depart.