In the touch a lover gives when they just know In being held how only a mother can hold To walk at night trusting the light of the full moon's glow It's all a song when offered truly from the soul In the art of holding silence In the dance of making sound In the blessing that is breathing in and out In the radical, the ritual, the wild, and the devout There's a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground A bow in reverence to the water, earth, and sky Just for a moment, stepping outside of time Giving thanks for all that stokes the inner fire Sometimes it's stillness that reminds us we're alive In the art of holding silence In the dance of making sound In the blessing that is breathing in and out In the radical, the ritual, the wild, and the devout There's a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground There's a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground