Peering through branches,
It all becomes clear.
Calm pillows,
Shards of light.
Scattering thought in her brain.

'I know, that it knows,' she whispers.
But no one could hear.
Only the trees listen.
Do they know too?

Bellowing in colour,
The language of light.
The Sky it knows,
The things we don't.

'In this wake, where we are',
she started, always hysterically.
'Let's be all we can,
To know what we are.'

He pulled that same face.
He never understood.
Said her words were riddles,
Smack talk against some wood.

She just wanted him to float with her
Down streams of murky wonder.
Stopping at ponds, pools of shadows.
Sharing in love, the dawning of sonder.

Minds wander from here,
Minds seek refuge.

Today, let's not escape.
Let's try to understand.
The inner workings;
Of a Slave,
Of a Master,
Of Controlled Perceptions.

Understand; and create your Own.

It all comes back to the truth
Who we really are.
'And who is that?', they ask wide eyed.
'The knowing is a feeling', she replied.

Intrinsic particles of cosmic evolution
Consciousness rising
To levels beyond what most believe
We are more than just a being
We are more than bone and skin
We are soul, and we are love
We are the universe, it's within.

I lie awake afraid
Not of what is unknown
But of not taking the leaps
My soul knows
All that I need to do
I long to be inside what I see
A world of beauty
Indescribable perfection
It's all that is, in this very moment.