Another tick in the clock,
another step on the path.
Wasted time in thinking,
precious time in breathing.
Count your thoughts and you 're gone.
Live your breaths and you 're the One.
Another tick in the clock,
the moments flow with grace,
like a garland of precious flowers
around the serpent's neck.
A grain of sand hides the meaning,
the wise man can't be seen from afar.
He is carrying all his belongings
in the palm of his hand.
Alexandra Sotiropoulou