What is within each of us is all around us, 
Sitting in our solitude we are in 
Everything outside ourselves. There it is, 
The spirit of everything in matter, 
That is our journey in and out of bliss.
  
We are too caught up in the mystery 
To understand it, we sing, we dance it, 
We do our best to express it as 
Well as we can, that is all we can do, 
Soaring in the limits of our brief being.
  
Day by day, we stand in awe of the sky, 
We float in the sun, until the darkness 
Lays us close to the horizon in sleep, 
Some things are best not to be seen at all 
And some of those are the gifts of nightmares.
  
There are dreams that childhood give us, 
Carried with us in our long, life journeys, 
There are those are sent on ahead for future 
Rendezvous with strangers who would change
Us for the rest of our remaining lives.
  
We go on with whatever we can muster, 
Everything connected to everything else, 
The special insight of a lens grinder
Who had the great courage to stand alone, 
Knowing the search for truth goes on and on.