Flood of Your Light

if you want to know where to go, you’ll ask the people standing round you
and they will tell you their warnings, their mistakes, sing songs of woe
they’ll say you need to know before you begin your journey’s walking
that maps are easy when you want to know their directions, my love,
their directions; but you and I are not found inside these paper minds
for we fly with the birds who go where their heart knows to lead them
guiltless, shameless, swimming free in the flood of your beautiful light