Know Your Heart

Go to the desert

When you need to know your heart.

Not ten or twenty

But a hundred miles apart.

There you’ll feel the sun and wind

And dust against your face

And you may thirst and thirst

And search without a trace.

And as your steps grow weary

And you wander to and fro

And you get a fearful feeling

And tears begin to flow.

Just let them come,

Allow what’s there to be.

The truth abides

And seeks to set you free.