Even the Land

can be worshiped

like an Idol.

This mountain opens

the doorway to Heaven.

This stream leads to

the Oceans of Paradise.

This tree arches its limbs,

an Angel in disguise.

This wind sounds out God’s Breath.

Hold on a minute.

Wait a millennia.

Lay down these weapons of worship.

We are this Land.

We are this Mountain.

We are this stream.

We are this Angel Tree.

We are this wind

sounding out God’s Breath.

We are the Source Portals of everlasting life.