moonlight streaming through this temple door i’m seeing myself like i never did before seeing myself through the eyes of an angel twilight on the mighty ganga wood smoke in the air somewhere in the distance i could hear the gayatri mantra and i know love is the only prayer through the eyes of an angel through the eyes of the blessed one through the eyes of an angel here i stand naked in the morning sun blessing the earth i stand upon watching the holy river run completing the things i left undone and i fly…. there’s a pilgrim beneath the ancient banyan tree is that somebody else or is it me? somebody living the mystery we’re all living the mystery… through the eyes of an angel through the eyes of the blessed one here we stand naked in the morning sun watching the holy river run blessing the earth we stand upon and i turn and face the man i have become and i fly….