The Language of Being
To speak and to listen, such a concept as this
Why not sit there contently surrounded by bliss?
But without a voice, oh what then could get done?
I suppose was the thought passed from father to son.
Such chaotic madness, confusion, and grace,
Burst forth from vibrations that spew from the face.
Vibrations that conquer, that love, and desire.
Perhaps meant to carry us higher and higher.
To elevate man to an extra dimension.
The universe gestures, we watch with intention.
We plan and we wait ‘till our fate says to move,
To the products and crafts of a heavenly groove.
The dance is eternal, the love is elation.
Such things make it worth it, how blessed this creation.
Through us live this language in flow and in art.
The vibration searching,
It searches for heart.
