Footprints - Wayne Shorter

Thousands of years before history recorded

Deep in the jungle a woman stepped on wet clay

And the print remained there

Future reminder of ages ago

Many lives later a traveler crossed the same path

Under the vines he saw traces of that footprint

Silent testimony

Spiritual journey begun long ago

Eons of changes, illusion of some progress

Fearfulness leading us further from the soul power

Known in early ages

When nature’s heartbeat rang loud on the earth

The key to our freedom lies not just in our thinking

The ancient intuition that’s buried deep within us

Is waiting to be set free

The creator’s gift to her children must flow

We call on the past now to show us where to go

We’re closer to then than we may want to show

We’re closer to then than we may really know

Footprints

Ancient footprints