I cut a peep hole in space,
Enough to squeeze my fingers through. Stretching it open, and wrapping the fabric of the universe around me.
Feel the stars rotating around my center point, a cosmic web netting all over me. Dotting every speck of me, I am more than what the unopened eye can see.

The stars they beat in rhythmic poetry, sending their words through me. I sing to them and they sing to me, we are all in harmony.
It is balanced and perfect.
Sway with the music.

Sorting to find god in the storm.
Be an instrument in his hands.
Sing his melody through your sacred cords.
Let the sound fill your center,
Let it bounce around you and out of you,
To touch the hearts and minds around you.

Is this separate or is this a reflection?
In everything I see myself, echoing through the gaps between the particles of inner space.
Staring right at god’s face.

The universe is singing to me.
Listen to that old sweet melody
Sway with the rhythm of the music,
Let it pass through body, mind and spirit.

Accept thus holy gift.
Sway to the music.

I can hear the hum of Saturn,
Resonating inside of me.
The stars they sing out,
Verses from a healing remedy.

I am,
An instrument,
In sync,
With the music.

Sway to the music.
Witness every in-between scenes behind the moment!