Turned inside out and right again, realigned
Combing thru the tendrils of Mind
Other, Gaia, Ur, Tao or I
...call it what you like
Meet the Architect of dreams
who dwells inside, bearing
Something too precious to name
or ask to abide
All this conversation
just our way of saying hi
Just a way of tracing all the steps
that lead us nigh
All this conversation
just a way to say hello
Now take the words that haunt you,
plant them in the mind to Grow
Language as the basis of our shot at understanding
the magnanimity of what we've beheld
To have and to hold
words never grow old
So long as there's mouths to speak them
ears to hear them
thoughts to inspire them
See the story unfold.
