You hold no Universe…no balance, in your hands.
Release what you thought was yours.
Allow the busy minds to be full with content over their choices.
They want what they want…give it to them.

You hold no Universe…no balance, in your hands.
Release what you thought was yours.
Allow the busy minds to be full with content over their choices.
They want what they want…give it to them.

It’s extraordinarily tough knowing this
That its smiling roots with the system became one
Yet none surgeon nor modern-day savior can sever
It’s the pain of the years that no needle shall touch
It’s the radioactive frosting on the most delicious cake
The good dance
The bad crazy
And will I be prepared
To know my sinew
To trust my heart
To love my clear green eyes
The finest treasures, these I will give
So my friend won’t get lost
It is by Your grace
Health and strength live in this frame
May it honor You
I fall asleep
With windows open
And curtains blowing
You’re next to me
Soothing these sheets
I want the way
Your special air
Wafts ‘cross my skin
And weaves itself
Down through my lungs
My life with you
Brings deeper laughs
Plus lines as proof
I’m closer to
The sky and Sun
I’m forced by you
To train harder
Commit longer
Wear certain shoes
And gaze further
I’ll let you in
And lay you down
And sing to you
With clarity
Brought only from
Up here on high
I study this shell;
temple that it is. May I
see sufficiency.
I woke up on my pen and Rock and this is what I’d dreamed:
“Book and Rock and Rock and Book, you walk hand in hand.”