Song Excerpt

And so below, as up above, only the chef can see
It’s not the salt, it’s not the seed that makes the harmony
It’s when you serve your sauce with love, while the heavens sing above
That you will be the chef that you were meant to be

Celestial timing, the words are rhyming, they sing in harmony
You stir the sauce and nothing’s lost while all the world’s asleep
No need to rush and there’s no need to race
Just find a rhythm and a pace
And in time you’ll realize…
You have the Recipe.