One moment along a dusty measurement of time I know that I must continue searching in my own mind If I know that I know that I know that I know If I grow the way It's shown to me Then all that it is, and all it shall be Is all I can't claim to see what I am But holding too tight leaves an empty hand I want a chest like the clearest lake I want a spade and a vine on a stake And a practice of patience To carry, to take