Written in the Wind

In an old poem, in the lining of a double helix
 Only one switch of the sequence can remind if you wish
 Not from without, but from within, the spectrum turns to white
 True devotion, if you listen, is written in the wind
 Does desire rule the mental, turning truth into a fool?
 No time in silence, no time to listen, no eyes to see it through?
 Not from without, but from within, the spectrum turns to white
 True devotion, if you listen, is written in the wind
 Come up now, to the mountain, where the air is sweet
 It is there that the wind sings, the voice of wisdom speaks
 Not from without, but from within, the spectrum turns to white
 True devotion, if you listen, is written in the wind