
Higher
In the view of the long line
I lived many times
And I was many people
On a chain
Made of light
If you look
From the place
With no time
You’ll see
That nothing ever happened
and yet
The sun keeps rising
Higher and higher.
Healing and growth through intuitive art

Higher
In the view of the long line
I lived many times
And I was many people
On a chain
Made of light
If you look
From the place
With no time
You’ll see
That nothing ever happened
and yet
The sun keeps rising
Higher and higher.

A man with a beard and a bird
It is a mystery
That’s made of nothing
And yet it works
Looking with no eyes
You’ll find
It’s made of
Blocks of dreams
And colors
That are open
To no end.

Which direction do you grow?
To where the joy will take me.
What do you hold on to?
Nothing.
And who is looking at you?
I alone look at me.
There is nobody else
Anywhere.