"The flower of the ages melts in the snow
and shows the way of the grey,
sends the unknown into the known
and the unseen into the seen.
In the cold and white of the snow,
the flower of the ages slowly grows,
and dissolves the rigid and hard lines,
to bring colour and new ways.
The flower of the ages is of spirit,
and flows in the breath and soul;
deep in the eyes the grey comes alive
and the sacred balance is felt.
In the night and day the flower breathes,
and from the sun and star it feeds;
without the snow the flower cannot be,
for from the seen comes the unseen.
The flower of the ages is of the divine,
five petals of sacre