There is an education you can have
When everything is normal
When the heart is free to move about
When the thorns of the rose break off and never reappear
It’s the education of water in your palms
And campfires in a forest
It’s the education of blacksmiths in a village
And of actors on a stage
It’s education as a search for belonging somewhere
It’s the education of a universal love amongst people
Of finding meaning in the soul
And of communicating with heaven
it has no comparison in the life we live now
It’s simple and enduring and eternal
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