If you just keep building walls,
breathing only waterfalls,
You’ll have lost what is your way,
You’d have painted with dismay.
And you’re out of mind;
Out of time and out of bind;
You are missing all the signs,
You are burning all the lines…
Nothing to see, nothing inside;
nothing remains, not even pride;
everything done, is in light
Every word should be ever so bright…
Only truth shall survive
As the nine come to thrive.
Open your eyes to see, the colours forming me;
In silence you hear, what I hold as dear
When you do, you’ll be
The best part of me.