Every wave of light and sound
Dances through the wakening ground
Creates a violin than a bow
To manifest the music’s flow
Alienated in a dream
Of frozen matter’s desperate scream
Fighting for each empty gain
In vain attempt to break the chain
Of sense linked to external form
That analysis’s every dawn –
Like trying to pin down the dance
Of butterflies upon a lance
This patriarchal paradigm
Worshipping a god of time
This ego fight to rule the three
Dimensions of it’s agony
Can never cauterise the flow
Of energy that moves the bow.
Inside this hologram of now
We only breathe
The why and how.
Each apart and each a whole
A verse sung in an opening scroll
Of star and photon, soul and seed
In live dimensions of it’s need