So I step cautiously to where I will go, over
moss covered trails and paths that only I know.
This secret is mine, not one that holds shame
but a secret I relish, the secret is my name.

A place where the truth can be told and explored
I feel the air listening to my words, however bold
that they may be. I see the showers of glistening
droplets of water that rise from the fall, they cover
and nourish, they too can recall the times that
I have laid here under the curtain of rain which
falls down from the peaks of the rainforest plain.

The torrents of water reaches for me as in
my clothes of birth I enter the stream that crashes
and drowns the memory of far away places. Cool,
sharp and clean, all particles removed, the caress
of the water strips me bare of all that is unseen.

As I dive to the depths and resurface for air,
the waterfall replenishes me; it allows me to be there.
to drink of its beauty, to let it touch me, to take
what it offers. If one can only dare to see
the truth of this place that is there to reveal
the wonder of who we are, the truth of all that can be.

So find your own place, wherever that may be, hold
It close and reveal at last to yourself so you can see,
what is there inside of your soul,It is the way to be free.