Under the stars,I fell into your hands.
As I slip I ask the moon to come.
Laughing, it throws it's clothes into the street.
It dances in mirrored puddles between streetlamps and fresh-wet rainfall.
The moon breathes into us,we fall drunken into the knowing that there are no better clothes than this glowing night.
As the moon steals away, chased by it's crowd of beggar stars, we burn,two-as-one, with the coming sun.
There is a thickness to where we are, a deep resonance in our chest.
When hearts are close, they beat with the same rythm.
When people love, they are loving their one-ness.
Seek up, for what's all around us, goes on forever.
Seek out, for it is all a reflection of what we are.
Seek in,for inside us all is every answer to every question.
Inside us there is truth. Listen.