That which cannot be expressed
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.
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.
Emanuel Caparelli