The Monk's Reflection

With folded hands I stepped inside and turned the clock to one,
and then I started all again as though had just begun,
the life I dreamed I'd never live and always wanted more,
then gifts I have and love I know and friends I do adore

What found I then a thought so true that nothing could compare,
and roused the mind that had been blind to start to really care,
for all I've known and all I have and all that I could be,
and make that dream instead of one a true reality.