You look to the heavens
You look to the trees
You look to the winds on the breath of the seas

You look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods

But in all that will be, and in all that has been
If you’re looking outward, who’s looking in?

Have you stared the brink of stars that twinkle far within your bones?
Or known the tribes of dancing vibes that humble even stones?

Ever felt the airy pelt of wind that melts upon your tongue
And followed its breeze to capillary trees taken root upon your lung?

Do you know what it is to twinkle and fizz
In the tingling death of your cells?
Or break through the orders of natural borders
To find you’re an ocean of swells?

Have you ever felt God in a mind that’s gone dim
And without any proof, been certain it’s him?
Do you fear such a jarring perception?

Have you blamed all the world for the pains it unfurled
…and then found it was just your reflection?

What if the sum of all that you do
Is the hum of a song in a language you knew
In a tongue that you’ve all but forgotten
And every last word of that song still rings true
Even if all your notes have gone rotten…

We look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods in the climes of aversion and doubt
Consistently seeking the world that’s within
And constantly living without