A mission to live,
A life we've forgot,
In which is chosen,
And time, we are not.

It all just happens,
Like the butterflies wing,
As the spiders web,
Opens into greater things.

Colours collide,
As sounds come alive,
A garden of Eden,
So we can all thrive.

Thinking we're helpless,
Is simply just that,
A belief about self,
Which makes us feel flat.

The truth is wholeness,
We're all part of that,
No individuals,
So stop where you're at.