Dans la quiétude de la forêt,
les racines profondes me relient à la terre,
Enlacent mon cœur.
Au delà du temps,
L’arbre et moi ne font qu’un.
Ici et maintenant.
Dans la quiétude de la forêt,
les racines profondes me relient à la terre,
Enlacent mon cœur.
Au delà du temps,
L’arbre et moi ne font qu’un.
Ici et maintenant.
Deep within the city a current flows invisible
from earth, through steel up to layers of cloud.
Speaking in tongues – a bone resonating frequency
too deep for the human ear : aspire, aspire, aspire.
Over and over its rhythm pulses.
Aspire.
Every new floor, every tower, every curling cloud of smoke says it.
Aspire.
Our beginning – a journey off the ground
when standing on two feet was tightrope walking.
No more slithering through the grass.
No, not good enough..
Only one direction to go – defy gravity.
Let your bones align how they may.
Aspire.
That deep inner structure, such delicate perfection.
Aspire, aspire, aspire.
I am travelled by roads,
travelled by countries,
images flashing through my limbs,
dizzy with the push and pull of opposing impulses.
How can I balance the inner ear
when this surging chaos beats at all the walls I keep building
inner and outer.
I am travelled by desires so intense
driven by them to white numbness.
Close down to block the normal horror on the radio.
Are there warriors of light to heal this ?
Do I have the courage to call to them ?
Can prayer lead to insanity ?
How deep can I go without losing myself ?
How deep can I go