but we’re really somewhere
in the pitch of night she asked “are there any boats around us?”
“yes,” I replied . . . “oh, that’s good,” she said with a sigh . . .
and through the port side window
boat silhouettes rock and sway
anchored securely come what may
and points of view keep shifting
as we swing in Cascade Bay
we’re gaining insight along the way
And I always wanted to be anchored at bay
just floating on the summer sea
rockin’ to the rhythm you and me . . .
and sometimes we don’t know quite where we’re goin’ to . . .
just cruisin’ the blue until we’re through
Rosario lit up like Camelot
visioning who we’re birthed to be . . .
we’re Guardians of the Mystery . . . Keepers of the Key . . .
creating our own destiny, becoming who we’ll be . . .
revealing sacred secrets . . . as we drift here out at sea . . .
And though at times it seems to be uncharted territory
feeling confused and lost at sea not in control of our destiny
but if you look closely into the eyes of another soul . . .
there are wise ones of old beholders of wisdom this I know
“And what’s your magic?” a monk once asked me . . .
and my friend, The Keeper of the Keys replied,
as she looked into my eyes:
“Your magic, Little Big Heart,
is you hold one truth in song for all to hear . . .
you see there are many points of view and the center is you . . .
your Divine nature is anchoring you . . .
so hold this truth so others can see that they too are free
we’re not alone on this journey . . .
expand your vision far be the truth of who you are
and when the earth walk’s done beyond the illusion we’re one
and we’ll meet beyond the mists of Avalon . . .
cause we’re Guardians of the Mystery . . . . drifting out at sea . .