Caves of compassion are where we are from
Trembling with action we have made it this far
From earth to the stars and back in thousands of arcs
We are made of inaudible music
Silently seeking to become matter
For what really matters most
Is how well you dance to the beat of this pain
That you have lain in for a million generations
Are we content to wander on this ***** ground
For round and round are the waves
Which raise up our children
If we wish to see Heaven's mansion
We may just need to concentrate
A little less hard


Love entails an obscene softening of our defenses
A narrowing of our vision to only relevant details
Love is our worst fear made manifest
That we are infinitely more vulnerable
Than we could have ever thought possible
Lovers are each other’s suffering
Lovers are each other’s hope
Lovers are each other’s wandering
Lovers are each other’s rope