• When I opened up my hand the sun was born unto me. When it
    spoke it mused on all the others that would come so free.
    When I opened up my mouth to reply, my words followed him
    through the sky, with a question for an answer always denied.
    The question echoed and returned, "One day you'll know, for
    now just let it be."

    When I closed my eyes the cosmos shuttered to know the dark.
    They shivered to know the cold, of ignorance, hoping for a spark.
    An open eye to collect the meaning of their parts,
    to establish order out of chaos, as rhythmic as the beating human heart.

    As constant as waves crashing and the winds wrestling with the trees
    there's a truth that's been stirring that moves mountains and me.
    Perception is more than just what you feel and see. Consciousness is
    reality and it never ceases to be, even when your heart stops
    and your lungs no longer breathe.