I opend my cold hands to the old sun Grasping a memory, I once touched; A forest's edge, faded in the dark mist Of dawn, oh sweet spring! Open your Eyes, open your mouth and taste The sweet decaying soil, the death Of everything come to life again. I closed my eyes and feel the sweet embrace Of my mother and father, the unspoken Love I came to appreciate; and all at once Existence (the mother and father of all) Became a solid, soft thing, while Time quietly showered over me Electrical and phantasmical.
There in the sun with eyes closed And hands open, raised I opened my mind; like a Lighthouse on the rocky shore Sweeping the broken, brash horizon (and finding more than what was there).