I wish to pick up a rock
and know what it’s thinking
to feel its vibration
to hear not in words
but feelings strong.
I wish to pick up a rock
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a flower
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
to smell its fragrance
of words in heart.
I wish to pick up a flower
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a bird
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
To hear not words
but sweet song.
I wish to pick up a bird
and know everything.

High ceilings breathe better
Walls of nothing or all
Speak loudly without ever having to scream

With balance hinting at perplexity
And a defining edge to rest your head
Surrounded by most of these

Just as the minds eye needs a self reflection to see
And the breath within needs also to breathe

Outward
Honest
And openly up

And such high ceilings are perfect for these

i think of you every waking moment.