Eastern Numbers Yes

High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be?

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past a mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Be here now
Here we can be

Workings of man
Set to ply out historical life
Regaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening, all restoring you

Workings of man, crying out from the fires set aflame
By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing, his reaching so clearly

Workings of man
Driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions
So that all is left for you
All is left for you
All is left for you
All this left for you now