When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do
Throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That's what I'll have
Staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad
I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

I'm very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
For a minute or two
Then back on my feet and cry for you

You've got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
Waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling
And arms too long
I wait for him to catch me

Waiting for you to embrace me

"We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them." — Ram Dass
"The quieter you become, the more you can hear." — Ram Dass
"We're all just walking each other home." — Ram Dass

Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything

There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there. I like many have been a seeker of more expansive knowledge since childhood. My curiosity and persistence have guided me to a greater understanding of the veils behind which collective conscious is shrouded.