Gliding into the new land,
Realisation of what is to be,
Finding the centre and the centre,
A balance on which to build,
The temple of Love and of Light.
Walking in the streets of my mind,
All Live in peace and truth,
Again it is found in the centre,
The foundation of man blooms in,
The temple of Love and Light.
In the south was I born,
And in the north I grew,
As always it is in the centre,
Will be the establishment of,
The temple of Love and Light.
If a man Wills to be Free,
He must seek himself,
Within his sacred centre,
Light, Truth of his Own Being,
The Temple of Love and Light.