The people as a whole
Aren't really people
are they?
Not individually
Not privately
In the quiet we're loud
Our very minds mold nature
Galaxies blossom like rain
fresh from sky on snow
Hearts expand through
Dimensions only thoughts
Could hear

Fragments of truth protrude
In public on occasion but,
Only by mistake
See this precious gift
is only shared through
knowing everyone else
can do it
without speaking of it
It's the freedom we share
With each other.