Running for the door Running out of time, Running round in circles Running toward the light. A stone thrown in the water scatters all of the fish, A robber among the crowd separates the anxious. Fear seeps into every corner and surrounds us on all sides, Trapped by our own panic there is no place to hide. Enter in the peace-keeper; the healer of our ills the messenger of reason the guide to protected hills. Follow me, he says, there is no reason to fear. No need to run and hide I will make your pathway clear. Peace settles over the land like a blanket of motherhood, realization comes in clouds as the way of calm is understood.