Finally, someplace that was all about the love.

I’ve been wandering / Through all kinds of strange fields / In search of different kinds of love / I needed to see if what I felt was real.

Help me climb the mountain, Lord / Help me climb it, it’s too high / Help me climb the mountain, Lord / Help me reach and touch the sky.

Angel in the shape of inspiration / Bless me with the words I seek.

A posthumous ‘conversation’ with Shlomo Carlebach, a/k/a Reb Shlomo, whose music I had been listening to since I was a young child.

This is the time / the time of the season / This is the time / The season for completion.

Walked through the Old City just the other night / Heard a voice shouting “Do You See The Light!

Seeking some sort of spiritual explanation or answer to a very changed world.