Flashing figures in the night,
Captured in a ring of light.
Sounds of life sing from their lips.
Conceived in their souls, amplified by sips
Of wine from the goatskin
Being passed around. It's empty again.
the skins after girls fill them;
Strings, drums and flutes moving them;
Living the freedom which is their right,
Sounds of joy blend with the silence of night.
Songs of love and songs of life
Warm the night's cold
like a wife.
Dancing and singing, joy is their gift
To the power of the universe which
lets them drift
Through life; loving life, not thinking twice
Of the so-called luxuries that make life nice.
Life is not good; life is not bad;
Life is all that's left to be had.
Living it, being it, loving
Listen to the universe; it's talking to you.
Move with the rhythm; sing its
Now one with the universe and time.
The rhythm is eternal; time is always,
No more minutes, hours or