Recycling The Mind - Lester Queripel

The third of a lifetime
Held here in my hand
The third of a lifetime
Slipping into sand
Down through the ages
Now the dreams have passed
Tantric moon through the hour glass
If only it could speak, and tell us why
Instead of just hanging in the sky
If the moon could talk
And the sun could always shine
Past generations had more knowledge and time
The stories they could tell
To illuminate your mind
In stead of leaving the past behind.

Lester Queripel