As I climb through consciousness the air becomes easier to breathe.
The edge of the wilderness is now within reach.
I see god’s eyes from the beach.

I know no pain because I inhale love with the oxygen.
Looking behind I looked ahead all to often.
But with the truth the edges start to soften.

I’m out on my own—situated in foreign lands.
But more than ever I see the outreached hands.
Not to beg, but to offer. I’ve found my new band.

My tribe. My people. Though you were there all along.
I used to seek refuge in a five-minute song and fall back from the skies.
Now I hear symphonies when I look in your eyes.

You are me; I am you. I hear my reflection in your voice.
We’re the same. We look forward to laughter and back to pain.
But I could never complain. For the first time, I’m sane.

The scaffolding of the mirage is collapsing around me.
So many people have seen this before, but I’ve been lost.
Calculating compassion. What’s the cost? Is the investment sound?
But that ship’s run aground as the new channel has been found.

There is no you. There is no me.
We take quantum leaps together as we cross the sea.
We are the sea.
Bask in the ocean of consciousness and smile in our presence.
Because we’re all humans together—one coherent essence.