yours is the music for no instrument yours the preposterous colour unbeheld
Lift the veil that shadows you. Open to what is yours ...
Release death's hold on spirit; rise, glide, beebold.
The world is listening for your you;
eager to know and be renewed.
Sounds, form unfolding silence.
laughter, laughter, revealing unborn.
What, does it matter? Yes. Always.
Lift the veil that blinds you. Open to what is yours ...
Sounds, scale, invite The silence
listen, what Is there?
Embrace the veil that guides you. Open to what is theirs.
Request deaths bold distaste.
Search, thirst, always - yes.
Open open Open?