There is a place deep inside you can go, and through a window is a book, the book of life. There you will see the truth about you and why you are here. When all seems lost, when all appears hopeless and confused, go there to your personal desiderata without words and be renewed. There is no time or entropy there, and no corruption. The center of choice, of freedom is there. Energy beyond all energies, is there. Not destructive, but the Genesis. When the seed coat falls as a gift returned, there the ever future becomes present.
In the lyrics of this piece, I see translated in a few words what the above says.
Love it!! I had to google Desiderata as I think the last time I read it was in high school and that was forever ago.
Deb, there are some beautiful compositions on YouTube with the Desiderata superimposed in text with natural and geographic scenes. One is with Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings.
Will check it out. Thanks.