Ironically, it does all the expressing
How funny a jest, that the infinite best
Makes everything up but cannot be expressed.
I see who I am now and that cannot be taken away
It never could, but now I do not fear that it should.
What ever happens we are being guided
By a consciousness that likes surprises.
So take it with a grain of salt
A dash of light, a speck of love
Let it grow until
It's everything you see above.
Within it grows
"Outside" it shows
But always unmoving
The Watchman knows.