Looking for those cracks

Another experience and a new door opens,
    I interpret some more...
The mysteries keep evolving,
   and I seek new doors
I interpret some more...

I see the whirlwind rise up in the desert,
  the mighty mountains holding their grounds,
I see the sun going down the valley,
  and hear the loud silence of the mountain ranges.

The stories of natives reveal the unity of life,
so does the revelation that love is supreme despite.

Everything is a door, it seems, 
And I interpret some more...

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